The tides begin to turn as the skies turns black. I know at this point it is envitable, unavoidable, Fate in action; grabbing me up with her cold, clammy hands. This is the beginning of the end for me. The blackened skies continue to approach, increasing in speed with every gust of wind. Below me, a whirlpool begins to form, draining the water from underneath my ship, pulling me down towards the middle. As a hold, my life begins to flash before my eyes. All the things I have done and all those things I haven't done. The places I have seen and those I have not. I notice a burn deep within my lungs as if something was infiltrating them. The burn deepens with the more I inhale. This sensation seems new, yet strangely familiar. My ship is nearly at the bottom of the swirling water. There is nothing more I can do, but to accept my death and hope for the best. Hope that I will make it out okay, that I will see my loved ones again someday. The light is now unbearably bright. I close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I grip the mast as hard as my weakened muscles allow. I whisper to myself, "Death, I am coming to you this time."
I awake, what seems to be moments later, in an unfamiliar surrounding. My vision is blurred, but I manage to make out a room. It's white, and spotless as if it has been thoroughly cleaned. The strong smell of latex and ammonia fills the air. As I continue to gain back my vision I notice a large congregation of people, some of which are wearing all white, while others are not. They are wearing much louder things. It seems as if the more I concentrate on my surrounding, the more I forget. I can feel my mind slipping away. A large thing begins to exhale, a sound seeps through that thing around his air-hole.
"Congratulations Mr & Mrs. Kirney, it's a boy!"