I went warily into the water

Warily - 
     for I had felt before its pull
The wind that floats salt under your eyes
The scent that pushes past your lips
Smacking of islands hidden in fortresses of reef
A treasure of coral and sea-torn shipwrecks somewhere.

Too! - laughing like a lion, alone on some torchlit perch, a shaman sits there - just out of sight
Cackling, his hysteric howling carries over yonder, up the cliffs, through the waves
And chills your legs as you wade, reverberating in your bones under the refraction of crystal-blue ocean.

I went, warily.  I went with trepidation and torment, knowing that out there - just there! just out of sight!
- lurked leviathans, that their eyes were locked to my tiny body, that they conspired to lurk always in the depths
Obscured by swirling sand; poised to strike

     I went, wary of temptation.
     I went, wary of danger.
          But still - 
                       - I went.