I escaped long ago but now I'm going back to the ship.
I went back to try and extract what treasures I could, holding my breath while I dove deep, deeper.
Everything seemed to be fastened very securely to every surface, I could not pry off even one thing.
I tried! I did.
My hands cramping, nails bloody.
So I floated up and lay on my back, staring up into the dark universe.
I didn't want to go back. But I felt so sad thinking about all my treasures so lonely and forgotten under the waves.
Could I just forget it all and leave it to the mussels?
Or should I dive again, maybe to never return?
So I tied a sturdy rope to my waist and held my breath again.
Down, down, down.
Every time I dive, I wonder if I'll ever return.
And if I do, will it have to be empty handed?
Go out to the end of the pier some time,
look down and tell me if you see the ship.
Am I there too? Holding tight to the mast, so scared
to let my treasures go?
There is only the endless sea and all of it's mysteries.