T is for Tale: the second tale - Part 2

---Read woke up with a gasp. That was it, that was what he had to do, he had to swim with the gusts and the white smoke! He had to experience that again!---

Read spent days upon days researching - going to every elder he could find and every species he could find - trying to find clues, answers, anything that could bring him back to that feeling of lightness. 

"It's called air." the Great White shark whispered.
"What?" Read exclaimed.
His searches and travels had finally brought him to this abandoned place. In the darkest recesses of the ocean, down where the bright fishes of the everlasting night swam, there lay a wreck. It was a giant metal contraption, he had been told that it came from far above their waters. His mother had pulled their homes from that wreck and it only seemed apt that this should be the place that lead him to his ultimate destiny.
The Great White, who usually went by Pock, had always felt a good connection to Read; especially seeing as they shared names that were objects. Great Whites didn't really like being alone, they usually swam around looking for other sharks or seals and such. Pock wasn't like that, he liked staying in one place, not seeing to many and living off of the bare minimum. Pock was covered in marks and scars, he had never explained to Read why or how he had gotten them. Today that was going to change.
"That feeling, the one in your dream, that was the feeling of air or 'wind' against you." Pock explained.
"Wind..." Read repeated, trying to feel the words in his beak, "What's wind? Where can I find it?"
"You don't want to find it boy." Pock said, his voice was a low growl, a disturbing sound if any to hear from a Great White.
"Why?!" Read growled in return, "I've been looking everywhere!"
"Because wherever there is air... There is only pain." Pock snarled. His tail twitched as he swayed to the side.
Read fell silent.
The scars that covered his side traveled all the way down to his tail and cut one of his fins off. He relied mostly on his one fin and his tail for travel. It was lucky that he had never wanted to travel with other sharks, he wouldn't be able to now.
"You mean... You got those scars... In the air?" It couldn't be. It seemed like such a paradise.
"It has nothing to do with the air. It's what lives in it!" Pock howled, "There are creatures that you couldn't imagine. Creatures that are more cruel than you could even imagine... Creatures that create monsters such as this." he waved his one fin at the metal contraption that surrounded them.
 The drifted in silence, only the groans of Pock's demons piercing the oppressing silence.
"I still..." Read muttered, "Pock. I need to see it."
The giant fish looked down at the small, large-headed cephalopod mollusc.
 There was a silence. A silence that you can only get in the deepest darkest depths of the sea. A silence that can only seal the most wholehearted understandings.
"It's above us." Pock finally said.
"What?"
"The air. The sky. The white clouds that drift around with the wind. They are all the way up at the end of the ocean." Pock explained.
Read nodded firmly, "Thank you."
As he propelled himself to the exit, the big dark shadow of the giant fish loomed over Read.
"Read. I'm thirty one years old. You are the closest thing I've had to a friend ever since you were hatched." Pock declared, "If you're going up to the surface. I'm going with you."
Read's gleaming, bulging eyes, gleamed as he looked up at his old friend.
"Thank you."

To be continued in The second tale - Part 3