Sierra Ehrman's Story/ Staci Wilson

Inching forward, Anna cautiously stepped further out into the cold ocean waters. Every slap of the waves against her legs was a shock that was slowly numbing her senses, but not fast enough for her tastes. As the tide pulled her out she began to go forward faster, holding her breath to brace herself for the freeze of the waves. Every step she took she was consious of the water rising, and she stopped, a little afraid of the water lapping at her face. She thought she should turn back, head for shore again. But before she could act, a larger than usual wave came up and overtop of her head, scaring her, and then the resounding tide that pulled back into the vast unending ocean pulled her with it. She couldn't keep her feet, the sand fell out from under her and she fell, letting the waves twist her as if she was some seaweed floating on the top of the tide.
Not knowing which was up and which was down, she scrambled franticly for the open air, her panic making her air escaping faster. She couldn't find any break to the slow lucid cage that surrounded her entire body. She couldn't breath, she opened her eyes to the sting of the salt water, and closed them again. 'I knew it was a bad idea to go swimming today.' was all she could think as she drifted down deeper and deeper.
Suddenly she felt slick arms reach around her, wrapping firmly around her waist and pulling her quickly upward. Before she could comprehend, it was over. She was breathing deeply and inhaling air, and a little bit of water, choking and coughing up salt water with it's bitter taste. Turning, she saw her rescuer, a beautiful woman with long brown hair, a little like seaweed, smiling at her. It was then she saw the fins.