The fishing boat bobbed along the dark sea, its guttural engine pushing it forward in grunting steps. It weaved its way pass the broken harbor wall and up to the dock. A few people got off, mainly islanders visiting the mainland for supplies. Talk and tinny pop music washed over them as people milled around the pub and stalls of the nearby market.
young women climbed over the side and took to the land on new legs.
Chips of frosty stone crunched under her shoes as she walked away, her
canvas travel bag tapping against her back. There were slight aches and
pains. Not from age or injury, but recovery and under use. There had not
been much room for exercise while under the ocean. Maiken smiled,
feeling the twinge of muscles in her new face. It felt like she had been
laughing too much. Her body was almost completely new. The cells had
been scrubbed clean and faults fixed. If she was careful, she could live
to a very good age.
That old devil, the infernal brain
crab, was fixed to a false brain somewhere in the submarine. It would
be studied and a better way to cheat its probing claws would be found.
After all those years, she was finally rid of it. The smile grew and a
breeze caught her now ash blonde hair, swirling it around her face. She
brushed it away and wondered what to do next. She had money, funds that
she'd kept hidden deep within the world's networks.
her, gulls circled in the icy drafts, cawing loudly and riding the
wind. The air smelt of salt and the sweet tang of ozone, but more than
anything, it carried freedom.