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Day 1
Today was the first day of my great expedition. The ocean has embraced me with wide open arms, and I am feeling very welcomed. The weather couldn’t be any better, and the ocean is calm and peaceful like a new paved road. It seems like nothing can stop my jovial feelings surging out. Some part of me wants adventure, but I still try enjoying this great weather. It feels like I have become one with the ocean, and mother nature. I feel my body being replenished with its energy, and I am only able to be grateful for it. The first day is about to come to a close, and I am anticipating the next sun rise.
Day 1: Adrift
Last night, I almost lost my life. The boat was filled with water. Luckily, nature helped me survive. I didn’t fear this trip as the water was calm, but now, I am starting to fear the ocean. Right now, I am not on the boat, but on a raft. The weather is better, but I cannot stop fearing another storm. Also, I am not sure that I’m going to survive. I did survive last night, but I don’t have enough water. What if I die from dehydration? If I drink salt water, it’ll get worse. I looked around everywhere in the raft to see if I had any water to drink, and saw a water purifier. I didn’t know how to use it, but I’ll have to try my best. When I thought the water was purified, the bag was full. I drank it eagerly, but all I tasted was salt. I spat it out as soon as I tasted it. Then, I got an idea. I can get water from rain. So I gathered the rain on the canopy of the raft, and drank it, but it tasted like vomit. *** Note to self*** Let’s not do that ever again. Now I realize after all that. I have no hope. I don’t have water or food, or a proper boat. I’ll have to spend days and nights in this small raft, hoping for help.
Day 7
I didn’t think I could survive, but luckily, I did. I took a sip every once in a while. I barely swallowed it, actually. Today is the 7th day since I was lost in the sea. Since then, I thank god every day for letting me stay alive. This morning, I didn't have much water yet, so I had to find out how to use the water purifier. I decided to rip open one of my precious stills apart, to see how to make it produce drinkable water and found out that the purifier had to be inflated just the right amount. This time, it actually worked! I was so happy and relieved that I could drink water without worrying about running out of it! As soon, as the water touched my lips, I could feel my whole body hydrating again. However, I couldn’t get a lot of it. It was only a spoonful. Still, I am so happy that I have hope, at least. Then, when I finally was relieved by the water, it hit me; I didn’t have any food left. What am I going to do? I might starve to death if I don’t get food by today.
Day 11
Today, I was starving again, and praying to be alive, until I saw a fish. Why hadn’t I known about it? There were hundreds of fish under me. I grabbed my spear, because that was all I had, and tried, but it wouldn’t work. I wouldn’t get any fish. I tried all day, and just as I think I might succeed, things got worse. The firing mechanism on my speargun breaks. Again, I am starving for days, not able to eat any food.
Day 13
Everything is depressing. Why had I decided to go on this journey in the first place? I can’t get any food, no boat, no one willing to help me. I am completely hopeless. I don't even have the power to write. For now, I should sleep a lot, to preserve some energy.
Day 14
I have failed in catching fish. But I knew that if I give up, I will die of starvation. I decided to keep on trying until I get one. I know that the fish has to be precisely under the speartip. I aimed my spear and when I saw a fish, I hit the fish. I grabbed it and stuck the spear in it many times to kill it. I cut it and ate it. I was so happy, like a starving animal who has finally got its prey. I have water and food, so all I need to do now is keep the raft in the right direction. I slowly started getting hope today. Maybe I will survive.
Day 15
It was the middle of the night, and I heard flopping, and the raft was punched off the surface of the sea. A massive shark was attacking my raft, and it might rip off, and I would be in the water, eaten by the shark! I am so scared about this, hoping to stay alive. I was so desperate. ‘I will die for sure’, I thought. I hit the shark with all my might with the spear, and it finally went away. I looked up, and I couldn’t believe what I saw: a ship. I had to get to it. I will survive, and this will end. I quickly lit a fire and waved it toward the ship. I shouted hopefully, “COME HERE!!!!!” It comes towards me, and I am sure that it has seen me. Rescue has come. Then, it goes right by me. I don't understand. How could they have not seen me? Again, I am hopeless.
Day 30
I have only spotted a handful of ships, but none of them seem to go past me. Back home, nobody knows that I’m missing. What will I do? Tears rolled down my face. My life is empty. There is no path to escape. But, there is no time for self pity. I have to reach the islands, and keep myself safe. If I go north, I will be back to the Mid Atlantic. My body gets worse due to the bad conditions.
Day 43
I caught a dorado, but it busted the end of the spear, and ran along the bottom tubes. Bubbles started coming out. The raft is starting to deflate, and I will drown soon. Now, it is too unstable for me to fish, or get water. I try pumping it for days.
Day 47
I have pumped the raft for days, but it doesn’t fix. It is depressing.
Day 51
I am going slower. This is a disaster. I give up. I’ll die in the ocean, without no one knowing where I was. I have wasted my life. So I floated around in the water, and suddenly, I realized that this is serious, and searched for anything that could save my life. I see the fork. This could save me. The fork will be strong enough to stable the patch. I pump. It has worked. Joy fills me.
Day 55
I don’t have any supply to keep me alive, and my body is weak. Time passes so slowly.
Day 66
I won’t survive. The solar stills have reached the end. My only hope is emergency water.
Day 69
I only have 3 cans of water left. The salt is making me insane. I want to drink, but the other part of me has to endure it. My only hope is to reach land. I am incredibly lucky to have survived 70 days in the ocean, but I still don’t know if I will be rescued.
Day 74
I should reach the islands. There has to be some sign. Then it hits me; What if I’m off track? I started to get scared.
Day 75
‘Maybe I’m dead. Is this what death feels like?’, I thought. I would just float in here, dead. I was done. I have no more to give.
Day 76
I woke up and saw crates and bottles underneath me. Then I see that I might survive. Just as I see the land, there are stiff cliffs. I can’t climb that, but this voyage has to come to an end. Then, I see fishermen. They help me, and again, joy fills me. My body is very weak, and every color seems so vivid. Every smell, every sound, is filled with joy. This has come to an end and I have survived.
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