Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon. Or seagulls for that matter. Or the Pacific Ocean. Or a rotten plank of wood.
Umm okay, so this might come off a little cheesy and short, but don't lose faith! (PWEASE?)
It's an intro, so what do u expect. Comment! I appreciate constructive critisism, but can't guarantee I'll change.
CRACK!
Chelsea awoke with a start. Suddenly, the softness of the cabin beds was gone.... Why was it so hard under her body, like her bed had been replaced with some sort of wet stone slab? Wait....
She painfully opened her eyes, shutting them again to keep herself from screaming at the sight.
Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit........ , one could say she was "scared shitless", but honestly speaking, those were the only words running through her head.
She kept her eyes shut, hoping that maybe she could wake up and it would all be gone, nothing but a dream triggered by the rocking of the still-intact boat on which she was travelling.
After a while, she opened her eyes again, but nothing had changed.
She was still lying on a plank of wood, soaked to the bone, floating in somewhere between America and Europe.
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Chelsea was never a particularly scared person. But, like everyone, she had her moments. And if this wasn't one of "her moments", she didn't know what was.
She continued to lie on the plank for what was probably half a day, but felt like a decade. Finally, her mind had had enough.
Get up, Chelsea. Those seagulls have used you as a dumping target one times too many!
"Fk you, seagulls," she muttered into the board.
Then, something in her sun-baked brain clicked.
... Seagulls?
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She was dog paddling like no Olympic swimmer could have ever paddled before.
"So this is what boogie boarding feels like, eh? Jeezus, wonder why people enjoy it so much," she gasped between panting breaths.
Maybe because most of them aren't stuck in the middle of nowhere, the only thing keeping them from drowning a rotten plank of wood, where their only hope is following some very loud and annoying seagulls.
"Mm.... Touché." she replied to her own consciousness.
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Sometimes, she could swear she saw a vague outline of land on the horizon, but then the waves would crash into her little raft and send her back once more.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Her senses screamed for her to stop, but her amazing willpower would have none of that. But nothing could last forever, she knew. Feeling her consciousness slip away, she gave one last burst of energy feeling herself surge through the waters, and dropped her throbbing arms. The almost nonexistent grey blob on the horizon
I am in your hands now, Godess...