Darryls POV:

I grabbed Zak's arm, tugging at it with all my might, my knees digging into the sand, water sloshing around my legs and feet. Zak's body didn't rise to the surface though. I felt like someone was pulling him down. My teeth gritted together as my nails dug into Zak's skin. It was like I was playing tug of war with someone and Zak was the rope. "Come on." I grunted. "A little help here?!" I shouted, seeing guards rush over. They took a place higher on Zak's arm, pulling on it.

Zak seemed to slip away from whatever was pulling him down, launching out of the water. Water splashed as Zak fell onto me, his eyes half-way closed. "No, don't die on me!" I cried out, shaking him. Zak's hair was slick, dripping with sea water. His skin felt slimy and the skin on his fingers looked as though they were starting to wrinkle.

Guards and people surrounded us. Zak was on his hands and knees as I shook him, hitting his back. Zak began to cough, sounding rather painful. Water emerged from Zak's mouth, flowing out as he vomited it up. Water left Zak's lungs, rushing out of his mouth and onto the sand. He began to cry, moving to hug me. I buried my head into his shoulder. Zak could've died.

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