Board Thread:Short Stories/@comment-26108027-20181004153536/@comment-25870342-20181004234939

Oh god it happened again.

Recent salvage op on a wrecked freighter, securing cargo for lifting, this one isn't as long.

I remember securing a container, then blacking out. When I came to, I was just...lying there. On the sea bed, looking up at varying shades of blue. That's when I realized, I couldn't move. Not that I was restrained, but I couldn't will my body to move. Then I began to hear my radio crackle with anxious divers and topside. They were looking for me. I couldn't make myself talk. I began to panic as topside asked what happened to me.

There was a few seconds of silence. Then I heard the reply.

"They took him."

My blood curdled as topside said to find me now. I wanted to scream as I saw a dark figure approach me, then relaxed as I saw the glow of a light on a helmet.

"Topside, we found him."

The diver grabbed me by the front of my harness and pulled me up. I rolled around, and finally got a look at my surroundings.

I had been lying..on a pile..of human bones. With scattered dive equipment. Nothing else was said. I was able to talk once I got to the top.

They dismissed everything.