Note: The night that this was written... let's just say that this story started out somewhat serious and then sunk into insanity as this was finalized. This was written by my friend Stephen and beta-read (co-written) by me. Please do not take any offense towards this story, it was an assignment for a creative writing class (I think?).

This was a story (sort of) based on a prompt for my friend's English class. The prompt was as follows (summarized):

The theme is "survival". You and 7 to 12 people are going to stuck on a lifeboat for X amount of days and you may not purposely kill off any of the people you are stuck with (if they die of hypothermia or fall into the ocean... well, then that was unfortunate :P).

What would you bring - of the items provided- if you were in a situation like what happened on the Titatic. You have to remove 60lbs of weight from the boat. The items full weight (147.4 lbs) include:

5 raincoats with hoods (5 lbs)

30 cans of tuna (30 lbs)

a 10-liter bottle of water (23 lbs)

a battery operated signal light (3 lbs)

3 diving suits (we only have 1 tank of air 43.2 lbs)

2 buckets (bailing buckets 4.4 lbs)

4 wool blankets (8 lbs)

a large S.O.S. flag (3 lbs)

a first aid kit (1 lbs)

8 oars (26.8 lbs)

Now, on with this crazy story!

Titanic II

by Stephen (beta'd and co-written by me)

On a cold night in the Atlantic Ocean, we're on our way from New York to London by sailing on the great ship known as the Titanic II. We're approximately 2,000 miles on our way to London, England. Suddenly on a foggy night the Titanic II hit a huge iceberg. Everyone including my close friends Zoey, Samuel, and Willy, were panicking on the on the ship. Zoey however was panicking calmly and asked me "What do we need?" I said to her, "I need you to take 5 raincoats with hoods, 30 cans of tuna, a 10-liter bottle of water, a battery operated signal light, 3 diving suits, 2 buckets, 4 wool blankets, a large S.O.S. flag, a first aid kit, and 8 ours!" My good friends and I grabbed the supplies we needed, and the four of us rushed to the lifeboat with eight other passengers. As we floated off we watched with solemn expressions as Titanic II sank.

It was a stormy day and our lifeboat was being bogged down from the supplies we're carrying. To lose the weight we had to get rid of all four of our wool blankets. The blankets would get wet, heavier and damp from the mist and sea water. If we do end up feeling very cold, then we'll use our body heat by huddling together like penguins. The thirty cans of tuna were taking too much space, and we decided to give ten cans to another group. Later on in the afternoon, one of our passengers think that we should lose the large S.O.S. flag. He says that his girlfriend has beacon. My friends and I agreed because now that we think of it, waving a flag around is too much effort. So we left the S.O.S. flag into the ocean. The group was feeling exhausted. After flashing the beacon a few times we went to bed.

When I woke up the next morning I saw that there was more water in the lifeboat. My friends woke up the rest of the group, then we grabbed our two 3 lbs buckets to get the water out. Sam pointed out the diving suit and asked "Do we really need that suit?" I said to him "Oh yah. I don't think we really need it." One of our passengers argued "Don't you think we can use it to go underwater and catch fish?" I replied "True, but there's not many fish around this area, and it's really cold. Also would you like to swim so deep and get eaten by a sharks?" Thinking about it gave them chills, and w agreed to lose the diving suit. After eating a small amount of canned tuna we started rowing straight, hoping that help will find us. Later on as we kept rowing straight, most of us got very sick in a cold afternoon. After all it's winter right now. To keep going faster we needed to discard half of our oars. We decided to rotate people on rowing duty to let each other rest . Now that we have only four oars, we're able to go a bit faster. A few days later we ran out of tuna can. Many of our passengers were starving. I told them that we will make out of this alive. Maybe I could be wrong.

The next morning the British Royal Navy had found us. They checked to see if we're ok, but we weren't. Half of our group had fallen due to the harsh weather. We did what we could to survive the Atlantic Sea. I expected my death to happen; which is why I posed by smiling and giving a thumbs up. They people in the Royal Navy tried not to laugh. I wanted them to laugh though; just to make things less depressing. Looking back at our survival situation, I think we regretted losing our supplies.

The End.

Note: Ok, so I know that sharks generally prefer warm waters (or so I've heard). This wasn't written with historical accuracy being at the forefront of our minds. Just a what would we do if we didn't actually panic and scream running around like chickens with our heads cut off. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this crazy little short story! Nothing like this will ever appear in my stories again (probably).