Waimarino - perspective writing

I sail across the transluscent water carrying a person. A shimmering reflection of my self is evidently visible on the micro clear aqualific mirror. I drift along as the water with water splatters on my sides by the powerful acceleration of the paddle. Soon, I find myself in a group of others in a shape forming a circle. Some are tipped over like helpless enormous ships, tortured by their unskilled kayakers. I break out of the circle and continue sprinting and slicing through the blue element.