A Bali Story

Save A Stranger

Stupid tourists. You stand up and pull on the rest of your wetsuit as you run into the ocean. The lifeguards blow their whistles frantically at you. Bystanders on the beach watch you in disbelief, as the water seems to part in front of you, allowing you to run faster into the sea. You notice a few of them holding cameras and two peculiar people dressed in all white. There goes my anonymity.

            “Where is the one that needs my help?” You ask the ocean.

            “At home with her grandmother,” it replies.

            “I meant the one that is about to die,” you snap, as you think about your daughter, now the child of a single parent because of Jahat, the drug dealer that killed your spouse.

            “I will send you a guide.”

With your wetsuit on and zipped up, you dive under a wave and swim with the speed of a dolphin. A small yellow angelfish with black stripes swims up beside you, and then pulls ahead. You follow it.

In a matter of seconds, you find the struggling Australian sinking several hundred meters out to sea. As you swim toward him, you see the wake of a speedboat rush by overhead.

“I will get you some day Jahat. You will suffer for what you’ve done!” You declare in your head.  

Just before you reach the Ausi, several bubbles escape his mouth and rise to the surface. You speed up to catch him as he begins to sink faster. You grab him and rush him upward. 

            Atop the gentle waves of the Bali Sea, the Ausi’s pale, expressionless face does not offer much hope.

            “Do you have anything I can rest his body on?” You ask the ocean.

            The ocean says nothing, but ice begins to accumulate. In less than a minute, a growler forms, serving as an icy slab for the body to float on.

            “Is there anything you can do to save him?” You ask the ocean.

            “No.’

            “But you said only I can save him and now he’s dead and Jahat got away.”

            The ocean did not reply.

            “Only my help will extend his life,” you recall. You never learned CPR growing up, but you had seen it done on television. You consider the fact that if you can communicate with the ocean, maybe you can communicate with other collections of water. You place your hand on his chest.

            “Leave his lungs,” you direct to his chest. In seconds, water dribbles from his mouth and the Australian begins to choke.

 

 

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