The Defying
Swimming in here took ten times the effort—there was no way that a sea should be this suffocating and dense for something living to see as home.
Some of that nasty water caught my lungs, but thankfully my all-healing blood ended up removing them after a solid five seconds after deeming them too harmful for my body.
"Pwuah!" My head was above the raging sea, and it was as hard as it sounded to maintain my nose above the surface. Though, after I got a single calm tide, I could just pull myself up from the depth like I was in a pool. "This is the worst day ever since yesterday."
The fight was no longer confined to the ship. We were in the unnatural depths now, fighting amidst the cursed waves that seemed eager to swallow me whole. I gasped for breath, but I refused to let the despair seep in.
I still have my killing-pain as my pain-killer, afterall. Sure, it was an oxymoron, but it works.