S.O.S "Iceberg"

[The Navigator. pt II]

Its been a week.
A week with my eyes closed
my hands nestled behind my head
and a smile that connects my ears.

Vacations like this don't happen often for me.
While i'm just enjoying myself in my quarters
The thought that the ocean is pressing down on me
and that my air here is limited
never even crossed my mind.

There is an accepted danger to these depths,
I could lose all radio contact
or have my image blurred by the waves above.
I'll worry about all these things later,
but honestly, its half the reason i chose to sink to areas like this.

The morse code message this morning read:
- .... . -.-- .----. ...- . / -... . . -. / - .- .-.. -.- .. -. --. / .- -... --- ..- - / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.- / - .... . -.-- .-. . / --. --- .. -. --. / - --- / -.. .-. --- .-- -. / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.- / - .... . -.-- / .-- .- -. - / - --- / -... .-. .. -. --. / -.-- --- ..- / -.. --- .-- -. / ..-. --- .-. / .-.. --- ...- .. -. --. / --- -. . / --- ..-. / - .... . .. .-. / --- .-- -. .-.-.-

...one of their own
...one of their own
...one of their own
It's not just dots & dashes, I knew exactly what it meant.
Fuck this telegraph.

Maybe the vacations over.
But i'm not surfacing for long,
soon i'll sink again
and get back to my dreamlike state.
I'm going to slow time down again.

no, dont raise the periscope just yet,
i'm still breathing just fine.