Submerged.

The impact of my body hitting the ground from a great height just jolted me from sleep with a terrorised shout, that miraculously did not wake the naked woman laying next to me.

Dull thruming pain permeates the tenderised flesh of my legs as I shakily get to my feet, throw on a robe and stagger downstairs like a drunken sailor, intestines heavy with last night’s rum, serenaded by the tweeting birds of 04:58.

She wanted to end herself, because of you…. Father….. The pain you’ve wrought upon her so deeply ingrained that her own death seemed the only escape. Have you slept soundly, this night, I wonder. You almost succeeded in robbing me of the woman I’ve always been able to depend upon for counsel in the roughest seas of my savage voyage.

I sit now enveloped in the deepest darkness just before the dawn, resisting the urge to uncork the black spiced elixir emblazoned with the creature that so embodies the hell visited upon me. The approaching dawn wraps tightly around my chilled aching bones. Eyes closed, floating in the black. Submerged in the Krakens ink…