WARNING:This is a work of fiction. Drug use, including alcohol and other substances, can have serious and harmful consequences in real life. The dangers are real—never glamorize or normalize these behaviors.
James stood still, slightly bending his knees, afraid to move because one thing was certain.
He couldn't swim.
He looked around, water was everywhere. The living room was gone. The furniture, everything, had disappeared, leaving only a vast ocean stretching endlessly. In front of him sat Hector. He had been on a sofa, James was sure of it, but now…now he was on a ship.
This can't be happening... what we took wasn't hallucinogenic drugs...
James thought. But then again, they had mixed the drugs with alcohol and Greenweed, putting them into a dreamlike state where reality blended with whatever was in their minds.
And that explained it.
