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LOST AT SEA
DAY 1:My tender body stood there frozen as ice. Waves were crashing up against my boat and splashing my damp face with saltiness. I had Nowhere to go. In all the loaded chunks, not one sight of land has yet to been observed. The rocking of the boat makes me feel dizzy and nauseous. I lay there half drowning in water, as the boat sways from side to side. The current taking me to any unknown destination.
The sunset was a beautiful gleaming sight, but wasn't enough to make me feel any better. I have no idea when this ocean shall come to end. Perhaps it wont.
As night time fell upon me, i slowly fell asleep. With a few coughs and splatters of salty water i have swallowed. I have no idea how i got here. Nor do i know how i will get out.
Help me....
DAY 2:
I've awoken, my sickness has decreased. But my hunger has increased. I remember that i stored a fishing rod in one of the chests down in the basement of the boat. I go down and to grab it, but when i open the chest. There is absolutely nothing. "Who could have taken it?" I mutter to myself. "Its not like someone came and stole it..."
My stomach gurgles as a bend over the boat, to examine if any fish were lurking around the boat. No sign at all, just the calm, blue ocean. I had nothing with me. I don't think i was going to make it out alive. My boat had run out of gas. Where was I going to end up?
A few hours passed, nothing exciting had yet to be seen. Just me, the boat, and the calm blue ocean. Me sea sickness had gotten terrible, having chucked up a few times. My mind itself was starting to deteriorate. Noone knew where i was. I was alone, scared, and sick.
Survival was getting terribly hard, how was I going to survive?
DAY 1:My tender body stood there frozen as ice. Waves were crashing up against my boat and splashing my damp face with saltiness. I had Nowhere to go. In all the loaded chunks, not one sight of land has yet to been observed. The rocking of the boat makes me feel dizzy and nauseous. I lay there half drowning in water, as the boat sways from side to side. The current taking me to any unknown destination.
The sunset was a beautiful gleaming sight, but wasn't enough to make me feel any better. I have no idea when this ocean shall come to end. Perhaps it wont.
As night time fell upon me, i slowly fell asleep. With a few coughs and splatters of salty water i have swallowed. I have no idea how i got here. Nor do i know how i will get out.
Help me....
DAY 2:
I've awoken, my sickness has decreased. But my hunger has increased. I remember that i stored a fishing rod in one of the chests down in the basement of the boat. I go down and to grab it, but when i open the chest. There is absolutely nothing. "Who could have taken it?" I mutter to myself. "Its not like someone came and stole it..."
My stomach gurgles as a bend over the boat, to examine if any fish were lurking around the boat. No sign at all, just the calm, blue ocean. I had nothing with me. I don't think i was going to make it out alive. My boat had run out of gas. Where was I going to end up?
A few hours passed, nothing exciting had yet to be seen. Just me, the boat, and the calm blue ocean. Me sea sickness had gotten terrible, having chucked up a few times. My mind itself was starting to deteriorate. Noone knew where i was. I was alone, scared, and sick.
Survival was getting terribly hard, how was I going to survive?
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Update #1 : by ThatCobblestoneGuy 11/29/2013 7:47:56 pmNov 29th, 2013
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