Seven Days with Poseidon
Author's Note: It's Spring Break for me! Yay! More time for writing. But don't expect any miracles. Read and review!
Day Three: Shark Attack, Deep Blue Sea, Jaws…You Get the Picture
Yet again a somewhat uneventful moment turned very quickly to chaos. Thanks to Caitlin's blood we were now sharkbait.
Our tiny lifeboat wasn't strong enough to withstand sharks biting at it with their teeth.
We all sat as silently as we could hoping that maybe the sharks would leave if we didn't make any noise.
But they continued to ram up against our boat for hours
. We all had blooshot eyes and jumpy nerves long into the early hours of our third day at sea.
Something had to be done soon before someone got hurt.
Jonesy suggested that we try moving the boat away from the sharks.
None of us was brave enough to stick our hand in the water though.
So we all decided we would have to figure out a way to get out of the boat and move it that way.
We waited for a while until we couldn't feel the sharks moving as much.
Jonesy, Jude, and Wyatt got out first, slowly tipping the boat to get rid of all the rotting water and seaweed in the bottom. I quickly hoped out to assist the guys while Jen and Caitlin and Jen watched in fear.
"Come on guys. We need to do this quickly." I prompted.
The girls still didn't want to move.
I was too exhausted from the past two days of dodging a shark attack to get too annoyed with them so I just resorted to flipping over the lifeboat and watching them fall into the water.
Caitlin screamed a bit but still managed to come back up from under the water and help us move it over a little.
After several seconds, we were all wondering where Jen was. We had all been so focused on moving the boat that perhaps we just didn't see her come up out of the water.
Wyatt started looking around and calling her but to no avail.
When I started feeling things brush up against my legs I panicked and told everyone to get back to the boat and start moving it as fast as possible.
Wyatt was apprehensive because he wanted to keep looking for Jen but he knew we really didn't have much of a choice if we wanted to survive this. We grabbed hold of the boat and pulled it until we could hear or feel anymore movement in the water then we all climbed back in.
Wyatt continued calling for Jen into the afternoon sun, hoping that maybe she was just lost and didn't know where we were. But we all knew most likely what had happened. We were all just, at that point, too afraid and too emotional to talk about it.
