It was just an imagination
It was just an imagination. While I’m snorkelling under the sea for the first time at Pangkor Island, I see a lot of beautiful, bright colour, small fishes. I think of touching them, so I start to move my hands and bring it closer to touch the fish which look like a ‘Nemo’. Suddenly, the fish turns and look at me with horrifying look. I’m shocked until I can’t even blink my eyes. The fish then grow bigger, bigger at once in front of my eyes. Become as big as a
shark. The orange’s colour of the Nemo fish suddenly fades and become black in colour. It opens its mouth, showing its shining sharp canine teeth. The fish wants to bite me, quickly I pull back my hand. I scream but no one can hear me as I am alone down here. I tried to swim away from that fish but I don’t know how to swim fast. The fish look at me when I’m trying to run from it with a cynical look, as if it says, “How can you run from me, ha?!” I don’t know what to do. ...
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shark. The orange’s colour of the Nemo fish suddenly fades and become black in colour. It opens its mouth, showing its shining sharp canine teeth. The fish wants to bite me, quickly I pull back my hand. I scream but no one can hear me as I am alone down here. I tried to swim away from that fish but I don’t know how to swim fast. The fish look at me when I’m trying to run from it with a cynical look, as if it says, “How can you run from me, ha?!” I don’t know what to do. The fish however still remain stationary at its place, just looking at me. I look around, as my adrenaline starts to be secreted, I just think of the perfect time to swim away, but suddenly, more huge fishes, bigger than the fish in front of me come closer to me. I’m thinking of being a risk taker, although I am scare, I still decided to swim among the weird, ugly fishes and go away from them. However when I start to swim, all the fishes, swim swiftly, follows me, ‘Zap..Zup..Zap..’ I increase my swimming speed and there, I found a place to hide. I go inside the wreck ship and saw three pikes. As fast as lightning I grab the pike and throw it at my targeted fish. At first, I missed it. I simply don’t give up. I tried again and ‘Zap’ it hits the fish at its stomach. Wow, I made it! The blood gushed. It splashed to my shirt and when I start to figure out my way back to the shore, my vision was covered with that fish’s red blood. I cried because although I managed to kill the fish, I still may die under the sea. Out of sudden, I feel someone touching me from the back, I open my eyes and... Eh, he was my tourist guider. He asked me, what takes me so long under the sea without the oxygen tank, I might have drowning. He actually ended my imaginations and pulls me back to reality. I feel relief as that was just my imagination as it is my first experience going snorkelling. When I recall back my dream just now, I asked myself, why don’t I just swim to the surface of water instead of running away from the fish until I don’t even know my way out. However, I realised that, it was an imagination, does not always relate to my logical thinking and I continue enjoying the view of the sea without trying to imagine something weird anymore.
