The sun is strong on my emaciated face. It’s been days, weeks, adrift at sea, my dry lips ache for water and my only companions are sea creatures.
The fire onboard my ship took out the entire crew. I still hear the screams of my men as they flailed and jumped into the seawater to no avail. It’s a miracle I survived. I have minor burns on my hands from trying to put out the flames, but it spread too quickly and a gust threw me overboard.
I hear something, could it be a boat?
I may just make it.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
