I woke up with my head pounding and when I opened my eyes I was floating in the middle of nowhere on a life boat all by myself. I was soaking wet and very cold, but head felt slightly warm. And then I remembered, that night the storm hit us a took the boat down. I had hit my head as I escaped with one crew members on the only life boat. He wasn't there in the boat with me now, so something must have happened to him.

That means my dad didn't make it! I was horrified at what was happening, it must have a dream... Then why would I be drifting on a life boat in the middle of the ocean with my head bleeding? The only thing I could do was cry. I started to feel dizzy, probably from the loss of blood, and I fell over, dead asleep.

I woke up the second time and still in the boat, just floating. I knew it wasn't a dream. I sat up slowing, trying not to feel dizzy. I looked around thinking what the heck I was going to do next, and then I saw it. It was a small sliver of land I saw in the clearing of the fog. I thought quickly of a way to get there. I could swim or wait and see if I was drifting toward the island. I decided to wait and soon enough I found I was floating away from the island and decided to swim. when I dove into the water it was cold but not too much colder a swimming pool. I started swimming and as I wondered if there where sharks and if they were going to smell the blood coming from my head. Thankfully, I got all the way to the shore without seeing any sharks. Cold from being wet and terrified whether or not anyone had survived, made me want to just curl up and die. I figured I knew enough to survive if there was any rivers and food here at all.