Day two:

I awake from my dreamless sleep and groggily swim towards the mouth of the small hole I rested in. As I come forth, I see the reef is bathed in light from above. This is good.

I must eat.

What do I eat? Now that I have escaped my prison, I must find my own food. I see a small insect-like creature scuttling around, much smaller than me. I hide within the coral and follow it along. It stops at a green patch of algae and begins to eat.

I slowly swim up behind it, my fins barely swaying within the waters. As I get into striking distance, I put on a sudden burst of speed and open my maw. Something hard goes into them, I instinctively chomp down.

*CRUNCH CRUNCH*

I swallow my newly found prey. I determine it as a shimp and swim forward, my belly full with sweet shrimp. I know this is not what I am suppose to eat, for I begin to cough up small bits of shell. It hurts, but I eventually get all of it out. Perhaps I can adapt to this.

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Continue swimming.

I swim ahead. That is what I do, for I am a fish. I see many more shrimp, but they pay me no mind, for my species doesn't usually attack outright. That is good for me, yes. But right as I was preparing to catch more prey, a large shadow covers me in inky darkness.

I am in danger.

I turn around quickly. What I see sends a chill down my spine and rattles me to my fishy core. A large, lengthy sea serpent lay above me. It's mustard yellow-hue glistens as the light passes in from above. Two blank, beady eyes stare at me, unblinking. The brown irises flash, and the pupils stay blank.

Run.

I swim as fast as I can, but as I do, the eel chases after me. A flash of teeth barely miss my fin as I swim for a nearby hole in the reef it hopefully can't fit through.

Swim faster.

I try, but I am only two days old. As I swim, I can see jaws opening over me. A surge of primal instincts kick in as I dart into the hole, the jaws of the yellow serpent closing just as I get into the hole.

Solitude.

I am imprisoned once more. I can see the serpent waiting for me, lounged across the coral as it peers into the hole I am in. I can only wait. I wait for what seems like an eternity before drifting off to sleep once more.

I am a fish. And with that, comes survival. I will be the best fish.