(Remembering what fun this was; trying to get up to speed, again, in the "creative muse" department. Enjoy!)

The sea washed over her with a lover's promise. Just a little while more and sweet release would be hers. "Ah, me," she thought, "a new life, all mine."

With a soft chuckle, she turned over and began to swim away; away from the soft sands on the edges of the great blue sea; away from all she'd known. Toward a new life. She swam and swam, each movement propelling her onward until she opened wide her arms and latched onto an old sunken ship. As her fingers-turned to suction cups, she stuck like glue in eight different spots!