There is not enough room, or water. The walls of this coffin are clear, and light seeps through. They have put me in this coffin to die, the air is slowly slipping out. All that is left is the low water, what air is left, and me, the manmade tide thrashing me about in this transparent coffin. A deep breath; inhale the water, what is left of it. They stop near a creek, and I can hear the water. I stare at it longingly. I want to feel the water, I want to live. It is harder to breathe now.

I try to not gasp, I try to not be weak.

I am going to die.

They have put me in this coffin of water and wood, so as to kill me. I cannot help how labored my breathing has become, I want to live. My eye lids flutter, I can feel the impending darkness slowly creeping over me in this light filled coffin; can feel what air and water is in my lungs leaving me. Something shoves its way into my coffin, and suddenly life has come through, filling my lungs, and keeping death at bay.

I will live.

Disclaimer: I DONT OWN SYRENA, OR PIRATES. DISNEY DOES.