Seawater sloshed rhythmically against my sides as I half-closed brown eyes gazed lifelessly upwards at the oncoming dusk. It was already two days and another was passing. There was still no sign of land or help. Water chilled my body and the air was getting colder. I shivered and heaved my body up on the charred piece of driftwood to avoid the darkening waves. My eyes closed for a moment until I jerked them open again. Each time my eyelids felt heavier, I fought harder to keep them open. I was scared to sleep. Scared it would be my last time to see the sunset.
Something warm and dry pressed against my right shoulder. I felt weightless. Someone was carrying me. Whoever it was, I was in safe hands.
The sensation lasted only a few moments. Disappointment stirred at the back of my mind as I was set on a hard surface and the feeling of security disappeared. There was a splash, like paddles dipping in water, rowing me away to another destination.
