Literary Worlds – Imaginative Response and Critical Reflection – Melancholy

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Back and forth, back and forth. Her stomach churned with the vigorous rocking of the boat. The stench of rotting bones filled her nostrils, forcing her to recoil from the edges, curled away from the grotesque structure. She could feel the souls of the lost rising from the surface beneath her to taunt her, tell her she couldn’t escape, it was either death by sea or suffering through this torment. Taunting her. Delirium turned the masts into gibbets, the rigging into Medusa’s lustrous hair. The crashing waves of sea water were water no more, but a deathly poison that called her into their depths. Their billowing form hypnotising her blank stare. Blank, unmoving, unchanging. Mind invaded with a single goal: to find it. Others once travelled with her. The loneliness has become close to finishing her journey. However, she thought they were weak. Only the weak succumb to the ocean’s calls, only the weak succumb to the ships rotting masts. She would not.