A Gh0stly Inktober: Day 27 - Iridescent

Iridescent was the word that came to mind, only it was much too late by then to make a difference. I had seen the oil slick fresh on the waters as we sailed on and on, never thinking that we were following a trail leading straight to our doom. But when our ship had been enveloped by the fog, and the ship became covered in oil, we were even then too stupid to see.

All we heard was the song. The only thing I focused upon was the beautiful swirling of the oil on the water, rainbows hovering in and out of sight, just there and then not--effervescence eclipsed by the shadows of itself. The ever moving and ever changing oil slick slowly transformed until our ship lurched in one great sigh of relief and we were grounded upon a reef.

That’s when the iridescence turned into a hardness and the water turned to scales before my sleepy gaze. Utterly relaxed and entranced, I felt the slender cool fingers slide around the back of my neck, felt the kiss upon my lips, felt myself close my eyes. I was but seafoam upon the wind, and my body was dragged down, down, down.

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[Inspired by @gh0stlyink's Inktober Prompt List: Day 27 - Iridescent]