Chapter 11: Eleven

Chapter Eleven.

'The ocean looks different this morning.'

That was the thoughts of the man who the oceans had seemed to have formed a keen relationship with for a large number of years.

He knew when the ocean was sad, feeling happy, feeling peaceful.

Likewise the ocean. It was a weird bond.

He also knew when the ocean swallowed a life, on those days the ocean looked guilty, its waters unusually calm.

Today, it looked like a life was dragged into it. Its waters kept flapping each other,as though beckoning to him to come see.

Mark stood on a rock, searching for any sign of life.

He did not see any, so he got down and walked towards the shore.

He walked closer to the waters, letting the coolness give him the peace he had been searching for.

"Hey."

He started a conversation with it.

The waters hugged his bare feet.

"Hope you haven't been naughty lately?"

The water moved back.

He surveyed the waters again, looking left to right, not oblivious to the faint orange circular picture on the seeming end of the ocean.

As his eyes kept wandering, his system feeling at peace, he caught a white ,unfamiliar substance protruding out of a rock, just not so far from where he was standing

"What do we have here?"

The ocean seemed to be glad and pushed him towards whatever the whitish stuff was.

As he moved closer, he noticed it was one of the many.

A sight that was seen at least five times a month.

It was a human body and it laid like it had found home on the shore.

He looked closer and saw it was a female.

"That is new." He said more to himself than to the waters.

Most of such victims were mostly men. Hardly did you see a female victim. No woman would like diving or surfing or canoeing on Hames.

Its strong waves on certain days were scary enough that even the strongest and less fearing man thought twice before going to James to do anything.

He shifted his attention to the sight in front of him.

He was surprised her skin looked okay, just few scratches, probably caused by the rocks in the water.

He thought she was lucky.

Even in death.

Most victims often missed a lot of parts, mostly legs and intestines, to the wild creatures that visited Hames from time to time.

He did not miss her features. Her eyes, closed, looked like that of a frightened person.

'Probably wasn't expecting to be in the ocean.'

He thought.

Her pointed nose led to her parted lips which looked almost white, in contrast to her face which had a bit of colour.

He sighed deeply.

There goes another life.

He wondered who she was.

She definitely wasn't one of the thirty thousand occupants of Hamesia.

He wondered where she was from.

Maybe a tourist.

But, it wasn't even the tourist season.

He looked at her again and noticed the ring on her left finger which was strangely resting on her stomach, looking all shiny especially w the diamond stud that stood in the middle.

'Must be newly married'.

He took out his phone which looked like a walkie talkie, just like the ones the cops used , just a smaller one and somewhat sophisticated.

He strolled his contact list and found the number he was searching for.

As he proceeded to dial it, he sighted a rise in the chest of the body.

He put his phone away from his eye and looked at her.

He looked for about a minute, he did not notice anything, so he decided it was his imagination playing tricks which made him realise he needed to sleep.

He pressed the dial and waited for Sergeant Cornelius to pick, while staring at the body that looked beautiful despite the circumstances, while trying to form what he would say to the cop in his brain.

Her chest rose again.

Twice.

Now, he was sure he was bit seeing things.

He put the phone away from his ear and bent to feel her pulse.

He did not feel anything at first but then it came .

It was a single beat at first.

Then, after a minute, two.

He placed his hand on her chest, hoping to keep her alive.

He pressed her chest twice with no result.

He did it again and he sort of heard her murmur something.

He knew he had to act fast.

He carried her arm,in attempt to carry her to his G-wagon not far, but she had a bit of much weight.

He dropped her carefully and raced to his car.

He kicked it to life and drove it towards her, kicking sand. He carried her body to the car, trying to ignore her heavy feature and put her in the passenger seat.

As he entered the driver's side, getting his phone ready to call the hospital, he heard her say something like Franmi.

'How is she even alive?'

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As he drove into the hospital, he met Mike, his best friend already waiting for him.

He had called him specifically while driving and instructed him to have nurses and a stretcher standing. because he knew the hospital could tend to take time.

As he got off the car, four nurses in blue came rushing to the back seat.

Mark got down and went to assist the two nurses attempting to carry the lady unto the stretcher.

As they put her on it, Mike felt her pulse and immediately ordered the other two nurses to do the necessaries.

He turned to Mark.

"You found her by the ocean?"

"Yes. She looked dead. I was dialing Corny when I saw her chest rise."

"Wow."

"Yeah. Wow." Mark pulled Mike with him towards the entrance. He was eager to know if she would survive.

Mike yanked his hand off from his friend's grip, he could be bossy at times and walked behind him.

"How is she even alive?"

He asked Mark who did not pay attention to him or maybe he decided not to just answer him.