Weather

The sky was dark, and the wind was stirring. The waves started rising. My raft was taking a good beating. I put two anchors overboard, each on separate sides to help stable the boat. A large wave indulged the boat, and it was swamped with seawater. Richard Parker was not happy with this. In my mind, we were going to die. How were we going to stay alive in a sea storm? Our lifeboat is puny compared to the Pacific Ocean. The waves were rocking the lifeboat so hard, it almost threw me overboard. I was holding onto the boat for my life. The waves were outrageous. It would be a miracle to survive this. I rolled the tarpaulin out across the boat and hooked it to each end and took cover. The storm lasted all day and unto the night. My body was badly bruised and severely cut by the turtle shells and other debris that were on the boat. Sometime during that night, the storm stopped. I came out from underneath the tarpaulin and saw that my raft was gone. The only things left of it were a life jacket and two oars. The tarpaulin was in bad shape, and the majority of our food went overboard. It was then that I realized the tarpaulin wasn't my biggest concern. I lost something big. Something that could cost me my life. I had only one whistle left.