No. This couldn’t be happening. The boat had just disappeared over the horizon; they obviously didn’t even realize I was missing. Now, I was alone in the middle of the ocean. Fear soon turned into panic as it occurred to me that there were no airplanes, no boats, no hope in sight. The only thing for miles was water, endless blue. And the sun was about to set.
Pitch darkness, clouds had moved in obscuring the soft glow of the moon and the gentle twinkling of the stars. I could no longer see anything, the last of my remaining senses had vanished into the night. The water had cooled and left my body numb, I couldn’t smell anything but saltwater, and the endless drone of the ocean waves were the only sounds to be heard.
Suddenly I remembered something that I wish I hadn’t. It was night… Sharks feed at night. And in the moment I had remembered the unkind thought, something brushed against my leg. Something big, and I bet it is hungry…
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