just one more day, andrea, you can do it.....
I stand on the quarter deck of a large shipping vessel. My hand holding onto the railing for support from the crashing waves. In my head I wonder how long it will be until we reach land. At this moment the idea of staying alive through this journey seems impossible. A long and hard voyage has already taken us across two oceans. The captain says we are searching for another stranded vessel off the coast of Zanzabar. But we arrived in the Cape a fortnight before and there was no wrecked ship. I am worried that our captian does not understand the neccesity of the situation. I opverheard the foremaster (before we set on our voyage) speaking to the investor of a pirate cove, we were to search out. There is obviously some hidden agenda on this reckless journey. I turn my attention back to the grey sky and the unsettled ocean. The ship rocks and tosses beneath my feet. I feel semi-anxious, hungry, and cold. All I have in this life is my hammock, my strength, and the railing im still gripping. The crew is all around me. Swarming up the rigging. Climbing across the gaff to reach the mainsail. Winds are picking up. My hair whips my face and neck, i feel nothing. Without warning a monstous wave begins to rise. Growing taller than the topmasts. My hand clenchs the railing. I know what is going to happen. I close my eyes and mouth tight, to keep the salt out. The ship is tossed, swiftly and without mercy, on its side. I am thrown into the cold ocean and quickly swallowed.
My hand still holding onto the now broken railing.
My hand still holding onto the now broken railing.