Marguerit Maida's Log #1

There I was. 500 meters below sea level. Chunks of the seabase sank around me. One hand gripped the monster's scales, the other was clamped around the shard of metal I'd lodged into her eye socket. A reaper. Wounded, maybe, but still deadly. I'd already taken out one eye. I damn near carved out the other. We were headed for the void at the crater's edge. Blinded, she was spiralling deeper. I had a choice. Hold on or let go. I clung for dear life as she took us deeper. I had one minute of air in the tank. Back then I could go another three with what I had in my lungs. So I had four minutes to kill the reaper, minus a few to get back to the surface. It ain't that I like killing folk. It's just sometimes what you need is on the inside of someone else's ribcage. I killed that beautiful, terrifying creature and I made for the surface. When I caught my breath, I realized we'd come further than I'd thought. I was surrounded by watery void. Just me and ocean. Nothing else.