It started out like any other day. They usually do, the days that change your life. Throughout the years, when Cam looked back at this time, they would try to remember if there were warning signs. Any clues that hinted at the events that were about to unfold. But there was nothing out of the ordinary.
The sun rose, just like it always did. Cam got out of bed, grabbed a loaf of bread, and went outside to eat breakfast by the water. As they settled down into the sand, Cam let the calm of the lapping waves wash over them. Cam preferred their own company to that of others, but even the most solitary creature can feel lonely at times. But when they looked out over the water, that feeling almost went away.
Cam finished the last of the bread and stood up. Right before they turned to walk back to their cottage, something caught their eye. Cam squinted at the horizon. Violent bubbles were erupting, and it looked like something was moving beneath the surface. Curiosity got the best of Cam, so they jumped into their boat set sail for the suspicious spot. As they got closer, an uneasy feeling started to creep in under Cam’s skin. A little preparation couldn’t have hurt. There wasn’t much in Cam’s inventory, just some tools, a bucket, and a few stacks of dirt blocks they had been meaning to clean out for ages.
It was too late to turn back now. The water was getting choppier, waves crashing into the side of the little boat. Suddenly, the boat stopped moving forward and started to shake violently instead. Cam flew into one side, and then the other before the entire boat sank straight down. Cam swam away from the bubble column, looking around for a patch of land but they were too far out.
As Cam bobbed on the waves, filling their lungs with air, they considered their options. The boat had sunk, and it was too far to swim all the way back to shore. Cam dove down since they were already out here, might as well continue the investigation.
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