You go the Olympic pool just by the Celestial bar

All over the boat, the party is already in full swing. Your universe is filled with wonderful new sounds. The obsessive thumbing of the hearts of your fellow passengers is music to your ears.

A group of four noisy people in tiny swimsuits and carrying large white towels with the logo of the Caron on it pass in front of you. Two girls, two guys, quite a nice menu for your first kill. The first girl is a tall brunette with a ponytail holding her hair high over her head. The second girl is a reasonably chubby blonde with an insolent nose. The men are interchangeable blond athletes with glistening pecs and arms the size of small tree. You follow them. Born on February 27th and therefore Pisces, you have no trouble picturing yourself as a shark.

The large Olympic pool under the night sky isn’t as crowded as you thought it’d be. The stage for the performances is empty. The music pouring from the sound system is more oriented toward ambiance than party.

The four passengers you’ve followed mix with an even larger group discarding them as your potential dinner for tonight. You want to enjoy a bit of intimacy with your first kill. Widespread carnage, despite the clear attraction it has on you, will have to wait.

A few couples are scattered around but in the distance you spot a lonely girl, floating on her back. She’s perfect.

You undress in the shadows and, totally naked, you enter the pool. Swimming in her direction you realize that your new condition has made you much stronger. In a few seconds you cross the twenty yards that separate you from the girl.

Before she notices you, you dive and you discover another perk of your condition: apparently you don’t need to breathe.

The world of silence as it is called is not so silent around you. Clearly in the distance you can hear the large group play stupid drinking games, the different couples kiss … hum … for one of them, fuck, and if you concentrate enough you manage to hear the girl’s heart beat. The sensation of the water on your skin is absolutely delicious.

Your prey is above you, floating.