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Whale
It's so cold in the dark water. My lungs are full of stale air. I don't think I'm going to make it out. There is no one to be seen around me. I am going to drown. My arms paddle but I can't seem to break free of the water. Suddenly, I hear a strange noise. It is almost like a voice, but definitely not human. It squeaks and clicks and strings together what sounds like a sentence in some foreign tongue. Suddenly my head breeches water. I breathe in fresh salty air. My head is freezing but I am alive. I feel something smooth and rubbery under my feet. It is holding me up. I am standing, balancing awkwardly on the back of this kind creature. I can't stress my gratitude enough.