This highway runs over the swamp...for a very long way. About halfway there, the swamp branches out, and becomes the sea.

Off either side of the railing, the brackish water expands. A ray of sun streaks across it, and illuminates it. One needs shades to behold. On a good day, a school of dolphins breach, while darting under the highway.

Beneath the surface, bowfins linger in the sea grass. They're big...and they're a very big catch, for predators with a big appetite.

In slower-moving water, the gars swim here and there. Their snouts are long, and often pointed.

Farther out, there are lionfish. Their spines pack a punch; a very venomous and deadly one, to be more elaborate. And they prefer their own company. Funny; they're often a scourge, out here...

Out here, the peacock bass grow quite some. They're just waiting to be angled, by local anglers...or hell, even tourist ones...

In MUCH shallower waters, there are killifishes. These waters, as hard as it is to believe, are more prone to drought than others. Hence, it pays, out here, to be a killifish.

They share their shallows with lungfish. They lie along the bottom...surfacing, every now and then, to breathe. They'll need their lungs when the next drought comes along...

Along the bottom, in deeper waters, stingrays move from here to there. Often times, you'd miss them, if you weren't looking for them...

In even deeper waters, chimeras tread water. These are not monstrous bastards, as they are in Old World myth. They're cartilaginous fish, related to sharks, rays, and sawfish. They're real pests, whenever they get mixed up with the tarpon that're often fished in the more open gulf...

There aren't many eels here...but they are here. They prefer the Sargasso Sea. But then, what fish wouldn't prefer these waters? Like underwater snakes, they swim here and there. They're going to make one big shark's stomach very pleased...or one very eccentric angler's...

Above, down the highway, a grey sedan speeds. He's in a hurry. He seems to be missing a splendid view, out there...as most people do, sadly, whenever they travel this way...

Meet Nero. He's from farther north, of course. He's here to let off some steam. A bit ironic; this place already makes TOO much steam of its own.

Past him, other cars speed by. Or rather, they seem to speed by. But then, Nero's going so fast, it doesn't matter what speed they actually go; they're virtually zipping by backwards, to him...

In his cup holder, his smartphone vibrates. It's a girl...from Pittsburgh. He scoffs, and keeps driving. Women only bluff, he thinks, about needing him...

Seriously; he NEVER does the same thing to them. Why can't they just reciprocate?

Towards him, a party bus approaches. He scoffs, and keeps driving.

Alas, the driver seems to be multi-tasking. He starts drifting over...right over the dotted line...and right towards Nero.

Nero sees this, and panics. He obeys his first instinct...which is hardly the safest one.

He plunges right through the rail, takes out a section of it, flies, falls, and splashes down. His window is open. He barely manages to bail out, moments before his sedan splashes down, and takes on water.

Above, the bus screeches to a halt...generating smoke from its tires as it does so. From it, a bunch of hot chicks in tank tops and short shorts panic, and run to the rail, wondering what they've done.

They watch, as the grey sedan sinks to bottom. They don't know that the only occupant's not inside.

Underneath, Nero swims towards the pillars...the ones that hold up the highway. He plans to hide out, and wait for the right time to thumb the rest of his way to where he's going...

Soon, alas, he finds himself staring eye-to-eye with a sea turtle. He freezes. He's never appreciated how big these magnificent green creatures are...until he's seen one of their beaks up close.

As this one treads waters with his flippers...his eyes glow with yellow light, as he stares Nero down. Nero's do to. Around them, time slows. They can't stop staring at one another.

Under here, time is already slow. Even so, a trio of yellow-tailed snappers WERE swimming by, before. Now, it's like they're not even moving...

The turtle blinks, rises, flaps his flippers, and moves on. All at once, beneath the turtle's plastron, Nero feels dizzy. He passes out, and floats to the surface, back-up.

Hours later, a police boat is dredging the bottom. A diver's down there.

Moments later, the diver surfaces. He describes the car...but reports no casualties; not even an Italian greyhound in a crate.

In a hotel room far away, the girls from the party bus see the footage on TV. They all lament, when they hear that the body of the sedan-driver they ran off the road wasn't found. They should be more hopeful; at least they don't KNOW their driver killed him...

They're better off hoping. Nero may yet be reborn... Just, not in a way he expects to be...