[ WP ] Scare me using my fear of the sea ( thalassophobia )

I am not deep enough for my body to collapse under the pressure. Only enough to feel the weight of this water I displace. I can see the sunken debris of the boat. If I look up, I can see the shimmering silhouettes of those I knew floating on the white, sunlit surface. I am too far for light to reach me. I do not know what surrounds me. I do not know what happened to the boat. I do not know how much longer the oxygen in my tank will last. 
 
 
 Here is what I do know: I was vacationing with friends and family in Australia. Some of us wanted to dive in the cages with the sharks. We took the cheapest tour we could. The cages are big enough for only one person. When I went, something happened to the boat, and my cage was detached, sinking to seabed. 
 
 
 I am too deep to be heard. I can not open the cage. I do n't know what's around me. Small thin things, maybe eels, can pass through the bars and slither against the wetsuit, between my legs or against my arms. Larger thinks can push the cage. Earlier, the sharks would rush the cage and bite the bars, then grow bored and leave. But whatever these things are, they do n't do that. The shake and push and shift the cage, then stop for an unspecific, random amount of time that is never brief but never long enough to be comfortable, before they start against. 
 
 
 Breathing is hard. The cage is 1 meter by 2 meters by 3. In this great dark oppressive being of fluidity and weight than has absorbed and encompassed me fully, this ocean, with depth and range that is unfathomable, I am still trapped in a cage. It's large enough to stretch my arms out, or lie down in, if I could, but this only creates the illusion of comfort, and size. I am still trapped, in the crushing unknown, with slick beasts that ca n't be seen that either ignore me and my fate, swimming through the bars I ca n't fit my wrist through, taunting me with their boundless freedom, or they are huge, with the strength and intelligence to grip the bars and push and move the cage, and these creatures are desperate to discover what is stuck inside, away from them. The cage is the only thing protecting me but it also my grave and my coffin, only protecting me to prolong what is to come, waiting me out, subjecting me to the cruelty of callous time, without empathy, for dread to build and oxygen to diminish, as I am forced to confront the greatest, most total, most utter reality there is. 
 
 
 I will die. 
 
 
 Whether I am torn apart, by sharp ivory or unknown arms of something strong and something smart, or whether my life supply is depleted first and I must choke on absence; no matter how it happens, it will happen, and it will happen here. 
 
 
 I will die alone and in pain, in the eternal night of deep sea, where not even star light can ( or, maybe, will ) enter.
