Entry 1

A Chapter by Nikki

Every morning it’s the same thing. I’m screaming, gasping for air. Looking around me I see no one. I’m all alone, just as if I’m dead in the ocean, floating in the peaceful undercurrents that had taken everything I held dear to me. But I was found, unlike everyone else on my ship.

I was in the middle of the ocean on top of a metal sheet that said “The Ann Beth”. I was horrified at the sight of it and the fact that no one else may have survived, but I needed it because if I got off the chances of me living would get slimmer without doubt. As the shock of everything was beaming through my head, my mentality started to come back, and i screamed while choking on a little bit of water. I came to a halt, and bit my fist because of the searing pain near my hip. That was when i realized, there was a small metal hook within my lower abdomen in perfect angle that had kept me from bleeding out. I looked around me but I was alone in the water. The boat I was on was rented out by my friend Camille, who was throwing a party. I was standing right next to her when undercurrents hit our boat, and had quickly thrown us against a rock that caused the whole boat to sink. It’s crazy that I was standing about 6 inches away from Camille and only I survived the wreck. I always think of that moment and that if I had pulled her a little closer to me she would have survived too.

About two days after the wreck, I had been rescued from a local fishing boat. It was funny that the fish my boyfriend Alex, had cooked for Camille’s party, was bought from the man who had jumped in the water and came over by my weak body and said “ your going to live.”

Later on that day, I woke up crying. I was in pain, but not because of my wound that was paining so much in my lower abdomen; it was because everyone I loved was on that ship. The man who took me out of the water, came over and sat by me and urgently asked if I was in pain. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth; so I nodded my head telling him that yes, I was in pain. He quickly put his hand on my forehead caressing back my wet hair. His skin was so warm, and I was so cold. But his heat left me as quickly as everything I loved had been taken away from me.

With my eyes trying to stay open, I saw him get up and run over to the other men and quietly said

“She’s got a temperature, if we don’t take her the docks now, she’ll die.”

After hearing that I kept telling my self to stay awake but keeping my eyes open was too much of a challenge for me, so I fell asleep.

My whole body was shivering. All I could feel was the numbness of my whole body being touched by rain. All the men on the ship were working as hard as they could; and that when I realized they were working so hard because we were in a storm. I started panicking; I was breathing nervously and I was scarred. That’s when my eyes met up with the eyes of the sailor man who had rescued me. I saw him tell something to the man next to him, and he then rushed over by me. He vigorously asked if I was okay. That’s when I noticed he had an accent; British. It made me wonder why he was one this ship in the first place because there are not many British men around my town. Actually this is my first time meeting one. I was in a daze of thought and then I noticed that he was asking me if I was okay over and over again as I was staring into his eyes.

I came out of the daze “ I’m. I’m scarred and cold.” I said this as loud as my lungs would let me, because of the agonizingly loud rain and waves crashing against the boat.

He took the blanket; that I didn’t even notice I was wrapped in, threw it off of me, and then used his body heat to warm me.

He then said “The blanket was soaked; you would’ve only gotten sicker if it was kept on you.”

I responded in a shivering voice “Thank you” as my body was engulfed in an enormous amount of heat.

It was as if my body was ice and his was a hot desert. Every touch was a sensation of heat even though he was probably as cold as I was. He then lied both of us down on where I had been sleeping earlier and held me until I fell asleep again.

I woke up again, to the noise of whispers and a cold chill over my body. I saw a bunch of men huddled up together speaking with anger. They were speaking with anger at the man who had rescued me. I started to listen in. They were saying that he should pay attention to the ship and its crew instead of me, the “damsel in distress”.

They then said to him “your suspended. The day we get back on the docks.”

Right after, the man who had rescued me came over and held me once more, keeping my body warm. I then thought to my self “ I have a man holding me in his arms and I don’t even know his name.” So while he was holding me I started to ask him

“What is your na…”

But I was stopped in the middle of the sentence because he had also began to ask the same question. I quickly answered

“ Elizabeth. But you can call me Eliza if you want.”

He quickly responded back saying

“Beautiful name.”

“What’s yours?” I asked curiously.

“James.” He said. “My names' James.”

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