Lost at Sea

Eight days lost at sea

Three of us. We were the only ones left, the only ones to make it to the island. We were running out of food and fresh water. All hope seemed lost. We were going to die.

I should probably tell you how we got into this mess in the first place. You see, there were these pirates. They got on to our ship and took us hostage. Seven of us took as much food and as many water bottles as we could carry and snuck into a lifeboat. That was eight days ago. Well, at least I think it has been eight days. I have lost track of time. Since then, we have been drifting aimlessly through the ocean.

Four people have died so far. They passed from exhaustion because sleeping on these choppy waters is almost impossible. I have only gotten sleep because apparently, I can sleep through a tornado. Back to those who passed away. We buried them at sea. I hope we don’t end up having to eat each other like they did on the whaleship Essex. That was quite the story to hear about, I am not going to lie to you.

I have no idea what inclined me to bring my journal and a few pens, but I did. My inner author must have come out since I risked my life sneaking them out.

Twelve days lost at sea

I miss the ship. I am fairly sure they have already been rescued by now. I really am starting to wonder if I will survive this. The food supply is dangerously low. We may, no, we will run out of food before we find an island. It is very late at night and I am only able to write by the moonlight right now. It is really hard. Sorry, I got off track again. Right, the food situation. Like I was saying, we are almost out of food. We need to stretch our already thinly stretched rations even further.

Fifteen days lost at sea

Wait. What is that on the horizon!? Land!? We made it! An island! We might make it out of this alive! I can’t believe that we are going to be okay!

Sixteen days lost at sea

It has been a few hours since I last wrote in my journal. We are on the island, the three of us who survived the treacherous trip from the ship. I will go look for some food, perhaps I will find some meat that we can cook up for a nice dinner.

September 30, 2003

Wow. It has been so long since I have written in my journal. I have also really missed putting dates on my entries. So, everything that has happened since I last wrote… Hmmm. Well, we got rescued about a week after my last entry. That was about two weeks ago, if I remember correctly. We were lost at sea for almost a month before we were rescued, though we were wrong about one thing. The ship was never recovered. It was lost from all RADAR systems in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. I feel horrible that everyone else has died.

October 9, 2003

I have visited the other two survivors since my last entry. They are doing well. Since our rescue, we have become the best of friends. I do believe that we will continue to be friends for at least ten more years. It has been really great writing in this journal but I must go. I need to move on from that whole ordeal. Thank you for being here for me when I needed you the most.

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Wow, I really feel like Tom Hanks in that one movie from a few years ago, signing off to a notebook. Well, anyways, goodbye.