This is death, I thought, but I do not want to go. I remember thinking. Sinking down to the ocean floor, I could feel my thoughts slipping, lungs filling with the sting of salted water as it took me, I drowned. I died. I became death; I became a slave to the darkness. I became a victim to my own pride, a pirate to my own ungodly misdeeds. My thoughts of you never relenting.