Chapter
7
A gentle lapping sound was the
first thing Nick heard when he awoke the next morning. He peeked one eye opened and looked
around. All the other guys were still
asleep, so he sat up and stretched.
The sun reflected off the
water causing him to squint and shield the blinding light with his hand. His throat dry and cracked from all the salt
water he swallowed when the boat sunk.
He looked around at his
surroundings. Water. From his small little spot on the raft in the
immense ocean, all he could see was water.
“Just great,” he croaked.
“You can’t sing with a voice
like that,” another croaky voice said behind him. Nick turned around to see Brian’s blue eyes
twinkling with laughter.
“Oh be quiet, B, we’re in
trouble,” he said seriously. Brian’s
face fell and he looked at Nick.
“What kind of trouble?” he
whispered. Nick looked up from picking
at the loose threads on his pants.
“B, if we don’t get saved, or
at least find fresh water, within three days… we’re goners,” he said
sadly. Brian’s face paled a few shades
lighter then his usual shade.
“But that won’t happen,”
another voice spoke up. “As long as
we’re together, we can do anything.”
Brian and Nick to see the Kevin, along with Howie and AJ, looking at
them.
“Kevin, what kind of crap is
that? We can’t do anything!” Nick
exclaimed. “We’re stuck on this stupid
raft, out in the middle of the fucking ocean!
What are we going to do?!”
A thoughtful silence fell over
the five men. It could be up to them,
but really it was up to nature… to decide their fates. Unless a miracle happened, they would all
die.
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