by Ashlyn Bowie '19
The cool breeze pushed against my face as I walk on the piping hot sand, thinking about how 147 days ago I was partying on the beach with my friends and now I’m stuck on an island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. I lay on my towel under the boards of my wrecked boat, completely alone wondering if any of my friends had noticed I was gone the next morning. The smell of smoke runs up my nose from the dying fire from the cold night before. Squinting from the sunlight and sand in my eyes I look out into the open ocean seeing nothing for miles and miles. The thirst quenching my throat feels like sand paper and the hunger is making me feel hollow inside.
A few hours pass and in the horizon is a speck on top of the water getting larger and larger. I stand up and gradually walk towards the water. Holding one hand above my eyes and waving the other in the air as high as I could. I run back to the broken boat and start waving at the dying fire, putting in more dry embers in hopes it would catch fire.
My thoughts were running wild. Memories of my friends were flooding back into my brain that were unthought if for months. The red cups the music the laughter. I smile for the first time in weeks. The smoke was starting to rise into the air and the dot in the ocean was starting to look more like a cargo ship. I start screaming and jumping in the air.
“I’m here! I’m here!” I yell hoping the people on the ship would catch sight of me.
Screaming louder and louder. The ship was getting closer and closer. It looked like just a swim away. I started to see people on the deck of the ship pointing in my direction. Tired and exhausted I run back to the water. The ship was just a swim away. I run into the cold water. The pain from the salt burning my blisters from sunburns only made me want to be saved even more. Adrenaline, rushing through my veins as I swim through the deep waters. I think to myself ‘maybe it’s them, maybe he finally made it back to the beach after we stupidly left with my brothers boat’
The men throw a ladder over the side of the boat I grab on to the bottom handle and start climbing. I pull myself over the edge and right away a large man with a long ungroomed beard grabs a hold of my wrists and ties my hands behind my back. He sets me on the side of the boat. All around me were a bunch of angry looking men, Speaking to each other in a language I couldn’t understand. The man who tied my hands behind my back came towards me again, but this time with a blind fold.