[@thewizardguy][@Snarfulblast]

Mithias watched in horror as the boat left his reach. His mind screamed in denial as his fear became realized. The water had total control of him, and there was no way to deal with it. Water sloshed over him relentlessly. Nothing less could be expected of the sea, for its waves had been rolling rhythmically since the planet's formation. Such eternal nature would never cease. 

The boat was getting farther and farther from him, and struggle as much as he did, he still got pulled under. Each time he fought to break the surface, his only reward was a mocking glimpse of a vanishing ship. Darkness easily closed in, and the vampire had to accept the welcoming stillness of the depths. 

Everything became black, and only the sound of crashing waves could be heard above, giving hope to his sense of direction. Water filled his mouth, cold penetrated his bones, but Mithias didn't die. 

Sorrow struck him. Loss, lonliness, and a fear that some abyssmal creature would swallow him whole came to mind. The only comfort he could find was in a memory, that some familliar arms would find him sinking alone under the water and wrap themselves around him. The depths were his lovers home, a lover who would never let him drown alone, a lover he would never see again. 

No such savior was coming. Mithias closed his eyes. So wrapped up in emotion had he been that he didn't even realize the humming vibration that was growing in intensity around him, but then it terrified him. He began to prepare himself mentally for a likely death, until he realized it was speaking. Searching, he opened his eyes, and this time saw the water spirits. He could feel the pressure of the water on his body, he was getting deep. God only knew where the bottom was, and what might have been waiting down there. He looked at the spirits imploringly, yet hopeless that they could understand his plight. 

"Please don't take me down." He thought, but he knew no being in the universe could read his mind. It was his gift, and his handicap. His only wish was to return home. Reluctantly, he went with the spirits, their world no more foreign to him than the rest of this odd world.