Short, Sweet and Simple

An hour before my alarm went off I hopped out of my sketchy sailor's bed. I was no going to sleep through today. Before even the captain was up, I was on the bow of the ship feeling the sea breeze on my bed-rumpled hair. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

I don't know how long I stood there, absorbing the ocean air, but it must have been a while because my old pal nudged my shoulder and returned me to reality.

"Got the pre-dive flutters?" He proposed, his brows furrowed framing his blue eyes.

"I appreciate your concern, but actually I have no doubts about this dive whatsoever. This is for the better of mankind."

"I guess you're right. The science is sound. Nothing could go wrong." He turned to the kitchen, "I think I will need some coffee though."

Jeff was the head scientist for this mission, and my best friend.

Soon later, a few reporter vessels attached themselves to the haul, hoping of getting a glimpse of this revolutionary dive. Jeff went over the safety precautions with me as I suited up. The reporters had their cameras on aimed at me as sat at the end of the platform with my feet dangling. It hit me. A stabbing pain in my heart, the stress was overwhelming and the anxiety took its place. It's too late now to look back. Out of nowhere I blurted,

"Jeff, do you mind serenading me off into the ocean?"

"Of course," If he was nervous, he didn't show it in his face. He simply retrieved the banjo and played a soothing tune. The notes were sweet, short and simple. Each had its beginning and end, and then was replaced by a new one.

I dived. Though the Caribbean water I could hear the crowd cheering but my mind was focused on that soft melody. I had well over an hour to do the simple task.

I worked with the ocean on a regular basis. But now, the medical field had discovered powerful toxins in some aquatic life that could be harvested fir painkillers stronger than morphine. My job was to simply go down and take a picture of specific type of jellyfish. The Infinite Song, as they called it. It was rumoured to have strange properties that could nearly immortalize someone who harvested it, although we weren't at that point yet. We needed information.

Not far, I witnessed a beautiful violet light. My body led me to it. When I was only 10 feet away, I stopped. The camera slipped out of my hand and I was in a trance. The violet light burned my eyes but I couldn't look away. A slender tentacle brushed my hand. The pain was worse than anything ever experienced. Yet I didn't wince. I stared. The pain spread to the rest of my body and in my last thought, I realized, life was never meant to be immortal.

Short sweet and simple.