Washed Up 2
Winter winds manoeuvred their way around my ship, the Adrestia, as we were on our way to Mykonos. The defiant ocean of Greece threw our ship around and really made our voyage a grueling one. I was overlooking the horizon of Greece, longing to experience the serenity of it. Alas holiday was a word that ceased to exist in my dictionary as I was hired by an import and export company and eventually I became the head of it. My respect was thrown into an ascent because everyone admired me and my wits. The purpose of our current voyage to Mykonos was to deliver five hundred wine barrels to the duke. I sensed shuffling behind me as I turned around and was immediately greeted by one of the crew members of the Adrestia. Panic was written all over the poor chaps face while he struggled to explain to me that there was an approaching storm!
Boom! The faint but omnipotent sound of lighting echoed through the sky. All our eyes darted while we scattered around, adding protection to the ship’s sails and tying ropes all around. A cloud the size of a blimp appeared out of the blue, obstructing the penetrating rays of the sun and striking dread into the crew’s hearts. Multiple strokes of thunder and lightning pounded the sky, transforming the vibrant reds and oranges to bland greys and blacks. I used all my strength to remain calm and keep my crew passive. The Adrestia reluctantly approached the storm and while doing so, everyone leaped to shelter. A few suppressed moments passed by as we cruised below the storm with ease…Although just as we thought we were clear, the storm withdrew its façade and delivered a precise lightning bolt to the quarterdeck of the ship. One moment everything was inch perfect but the next, everything was ablaze.
Flames licked the mast and sails of the ship, engulfing the main deck and spreading all the way to the hull of the ship. Why! The rudder itself disintegrated. Havoc was released onto the Adrestia as each and every crew member including myself scurried for their life, formulating a stampede. The primary thought that brushed everyone’s mind was to get to the escape boats that lined the ships boundaries although two of them were reduced to a pile of ash. That meant that only two remained… It was a race that consisted of the first-come-first rule. The crew members who would be unable to reach the life-boats in time would suffer a despairing death. My head was flooded with varying emotions as I wanted to save myself but more importantly I had to achieve the goal of being a worthy leader and that included the trait of sacrifice. Maturity grasped me as I let my crew members dash away to the lifeboats leaving me to prepare myself to experience the iciness of death. Just as I was surrendering myself to the flames, I was knocked unconscious by a hurtling piece of wood. Suddenly everything went…pitch black.
The story continues to the part where I gathered my consciousness and found myself on this god forsaken island, although it was a miracle that I didn't perish to the flames. I think we can say that this island is my saviour as well as my doom.
