Winter water wannabes

The cold wind howled as Aaron and Ariel fought the nipping cold winter wind in search of shelter amidst the cold Alaskan wilderness.

“Just think”, said Aaron, “if our names were Bertram and Bernice we could be lost in Bora Bora instead! Belayed on the beach, imagine that?” Ariel shook her head, saying “Alliteration is indeed a cruel mistress.”

"You're right! Ha HA ha h a haa..." Aaron slumped forward. "Aaron? Aaron!" Ariel cried, shaking him. His eyes didn't open. She shook him again, harder. "Aaron! Don't you DARE die on me!" She felt a tear freeze on her cheek.

Aaron sprang back to his feet and brushed himself off. 'Sorry, just tired.' Ariel sighed in relief, wrapping her arms around Aaron and drawing a knife. 'thank god for that.' Aaron releases from the hug almost instantly. Ariel's eyes gravitate away from Aaron. 'Ugh..' she mutters.

Crawling across the sand, a little red crab shuffles to a rhythm it must only hear in its mind. Ariel is curiously drawn to it. Aaron calls after her, but she must not hear for she follows the crab into the heaving surf. A wave crashes over her & she is swept away, under the sea.