The Devil's Legs Upside
The Tragedy of Offshore Bridge

'You should always appreciate the sea, because you'll never know what it holds down there'

The sea is one of God's facilities, a gift of God that we should be grateful for. Fish, salt, sea rocks, pearls, and petroleum, how many gifts does God give through his sea. But humans always deny it, including greedy humans in this Bridge. When the sea was no longer valued, he poured out his annoyance, casting out demons residing in his stomach.

But for me, it was all a gift of the sea that I still had to cherish, as my grandfather said. What he gave this time was not wrath, not evil, not demons with their hind legs, but a lesson. The sea taught us the ability to survive, from the rigors of life without land. The sea taught me about greed and the limits of what we can take from it. As if he were to say

'Quite human, that's all you can take, or you'll take something you won't want'

I sat leaning behind the Speed-boat that was walking slowly splitting the sea of blood. Lim clumsily tries to drive, assisted by Julia who keeps nagging beside him. Gagan was fast asleep on the Speed-boat bench next to me, he must have been very exhausted after all this. I then dipped my hand into the bloody sea, yes. I kept muttering, trying to marry off this whole event.

I chuckled to see Julia knocking on Lim's ear. The sea also gave me friends like Lim, Julia, Gagan, and the late Abeba who were so loyal to protect each other, like the waters of the sea that blanketed, protecting what it contained. You will not find humans as good as them easily, humans who still believe in their friends despite their strange desires. Though we are different tribes and nations, there is nothing that connects us. Ah, stupidly me. We stand on the same earth, the same land, the same ocean.

After driving for a few minutes, from a distance we could see a large oil refinery. Lim immediately honked the Speed-boat horn and the men on board burst out. Some were seen trying to see us using binocular binoculars. Of course they would be surprised, seeing the Speed-boat they sent now contained four wounded people.

The person who observed us with binocular binoculars looked in shock, either surprised because of us, or because of the phenomenon of the sea reddening blood behind us. He then gave the binoculars to a friend next to him. They would have been even more surprised when I told them what we had just experienced. But what story do I tell first? There are so many things we've been through all night.

The sea also gave me a story, the legends of antiquity that are so dark. The story that should have sunk deep on the seabed, the history that should not be known by humans today Although the sea has tried to cover up all the disgrace of the past, the, using the water so wide and deep. But we humans, because of greed, re-excavate the disgrace and repeat the dark history.

You should always cherish the sea, for you will never know what it holds down there, because some things must be kept tight and drowned deep there.

My attention was drawn to the warm yellow light that was shining strongly from the east, the dawn had already revealed itself. After all night covered in darkness, thank God, I finally saw the morning sun again.

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After surviving the bridge tragedy, we were helped by a large oil refinery ship which then took us to the port city of Twarka. Not to dry this tongue told a long story to the crew of the oil refinery, we were immediately taken to the police station and questioned. Again we had to explain what happened from the beginning, a creepy experience that I should have thrown away in my mind. But the more I told everyone who asked me, the police, the mass media journalists, the company, the more the memories became clear in my brain.

Of course this incident became so excited, because in the ocean around the Bridge found pieces of human body parts that are still fresh. This is known from the testimony of the crew of the oil refinery, then immediately confirmed by the police using a helicopter. The number of victims is hundreds, and all identified are our Bridge workers. International journalists are no less fast, because a large company that has its own Bridge like us will not escape the scrutiny of the mass media. Instantly the news of the Bridge tragedy spread throughout the world, both in newspapers, TV, and even social media. The faces of the four of us were highlighted, disseminated everywhere as a group of sadistic killers who massacred the entire Bridge workers.

Why can it be like that? My story about a creature named Pretni was initially believed by the Indian police, but international journalists and the company would not accept it on the grounds of such a fantasy. I also expended the remaining energy to argue with them. When the situation was getting worse suddenly appeared some workers of the Bridge.

The workers were Mr. Teigl's staff and several other workers, who had fled earlier than the bridge at the time. They escaped using a paddle boat parked on the Living Platform pier. My eyebrows bent sharply, which is why the speed-boat on the Living Platform dock did not exist at all at that time, it turned out that “they” was the one who took him away. How did they escape first? of course 'them', Mr.Teigl's staff, also know the reality of this Pretni, much earlier than us.

Not only were cowards fleeing first without telling the other Bridge workers about all this, they were barbaric because at that time they accused us of being the perpetrators of the massacres of all the Anjungan workers. They also lie that they ran away first out of fear of us. Their accusations were so complete when they told us about Mr. Denis and Mr. Xoliza who, according to them, were killed also by us.

Their actions suddenly sparked Lim's anger, he nimbly beat all the staff. Unfortunately, the police arrested him. Julia and I tensed up our entire facial muscles, explaining as strongly as we could. Gagan also tried to seduce the Indian police, but it seemed useless, that reason was the most 'sensible' accepted by all of them. Instead of being given a place to rest, we were thrown in jail.

Three days in prison, our physiques and souls were drained. I could do nothing but stare blankly at my cell bars. Julia was no longer able to shed tears. Gagan continued to sleep, and only Lim was still energized to kick the prison wall out of annoyance. Upset because of the heinous accusations made against us, they are all untrue. After everything we did to save ourselves, save everyone from Pretni's existence, in the end no one believed in us.

But I understand why******************* that accuses us. They want to cover up the fact that drilling mistakes, drilling that damaged ancient sites on the seabed that have caused all this. When it is revealed that our large company will close, of course,******************** it is paid a lot by the corporate company to silence anyone who survives. Then they chose to accuse us for a logical reason for all this. Had I had enough energy, I would have been screaming full of annoyance at this moment.

I hate them, the mass media journalists, how they can immediately believe the irrational reasons. Indeed my story is far more absurd, but can three young men and a small child slaughter hundreds of people?  I don't think they care, all they care about is getting the broadcast to be watched by a lot of people. It is more frenetic to tell the story of three strangers who slaughtered hundreds of people than the existence of beings whose origins are unclear. I hope they all rot in hell.