Held Captive (2)

The picture of the looming hooves went away after a flash and his vision turned black. Splish splash, the sounds of the gentle waves rang at the back of his ears. The next thing he knew, he was already floating on the murk sea—although he could not get wet at all as though he was the oil poured on top of the water. 

It was hard to distinguish because of the enveloping darkness. Back resting on the gloomy aqua, Hu Sungho was confused by the sudden appearance of the void ahead of him and the sea clustering under him.

He wanted to lift his torse hence he swished to the side and the other, but his body was oddly heavy and he couldn't move any further than flopping about like a fish. He asked himself what was going on. Did those big hooves knock him out? He could not possibly die from it, right?