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Chapter 20 Title: A little waterworks never hurt anyone right?
The waves batter against the small vesle. I doubt that this was actually meant for sea travel. Holding tight to the rickety sea soaked sides of the small lifeboat, fear enwrapped me. I waited until the boat of humans drifted out of sight. The waves had picked up in both frequency and height since then. Now if I was unlucky they would crash overhead flooding the boat.
I watched as a wave peaked over my small boat. It came crashing over me. Holding my breath and holding on to the ship I braced for impact. The wave flooded the boat sending it momentarily down. When we both surfaced I choked up the water that forced its way into my lungs.
If I did not force my hands to let go of the ship long enough to start the engine I would not make it to morning. I waited another five huge waves until my body allowed me to rush to the engine. I hoped it was not flooded. A miracle that would be.
Pushing the choke and pulling the rope as hard as I could. A wave crashed overhead. I lost hold of the boat. Desperately holding the rope of the engine. I hit the choppy sea water hard. All the air rushed out of my lungs. I forced myself to pull on the cord. Feeling around for the boat. Knowing I could not live without air. Unlike my parents. A sob shuddered my body. I needed my Mom and Dad. They would have gotten me out of here.
My hand touched a wooden board I skirried as fast as I could into the boat. Falling into it as the engine engaged. I held onto the rudder forcing it towards the back of a massive wave. I rode up the wave. Crashing back to the earth as it capped. I could not stop a scream from escaping my lips as I freely fell from the sky.
The boat cried out on impact. The old wood was not meant for this form of abuse. I pushed my luck on another wave. When the boat did not break I continued this tactic. Jumping from wave back to wave back. Watching the stars to make sure I was heading in the correct direction.
Tears streaked my face. I am so scared. What if the boat breaks? What if It capsizes? What if I drown? What if I never see Seth again?
I rode the waves feeling more and more like an idiot. I needed Seth like I needed the air I was so desperately trying to keep in my lungs. Why was I in such a hurry to grow up? Why did I not just wait for Seth to find me?
A rogue wave crashed overhead. I felt all the air being forced out of my lungs. My head spun as I was forced under the water. My body slammed against the bottom of the boat. Cold air brushed over my skin as I surfaced. Water vomited out of my lungs. Covering the bottom of the boat with a mix of sea water and blood.
My lungs hurt as I forced air to inflate them. My torso shook with the pain. Causing me to double over in pain as I worked to grab the rudder again. I could not let that happen. I did not want to die.
I turned into the path of the rogue wave knowing that if one of that force came from this direction another might be on its way. Full throttle I pushed in the direction. My only hope was finding calm water. I crashed through another huge wave. Hope in my heart dwindled as red water choked up my throat.
I forced myself to focus on the directions of the waves. Knowing that I need to get out of the rough water if I was ever going to see my loved ones again. I pushed the boat hard onto the backs of waves. Focusing on nothing but survival. I needed to survive. I needed to survive.
The water grew calmer. I relaxed my tense muscles. Shoulders popping as I relaxed them out of their position. My body grew sore and tired. Lungs fighting the consistent coughs that rattled bloody water up. Torso sore from the constant deep coughing. Tears and snot streamed down my face. Exhaustion drove me to not care anymore. I did not care that my family was mad at me. I did not care that I was out in the middle of the ocean alone at night. I did not care what was going to happen tomorrow or the next day. All I cared about was forcing air into my lungs so I can experience tomorrow. Every forced deep breath would cause a coughing fit. The calm water gave me time to collapse onto the floor of the boat clutching my chest without worry of another wave.
Each time I sat back up I would be knocked to the ground by another coughing fit. The bottom of the boat was beginning to pick up red pigment from my coughing.
Each cough made the hunger in my throat grow stronger. The taste of my own blood leaving my lips caused more of a need. My stomach cramped empty of both food and blood. I could not focus on the pain. I needed to focus on finding my island. There I could hunt. There I could drink.
Human exhaustion washed over my body again. The pain mixed and soothed everytime I allowed my eyes to close. If I found sleep I would find no pain. No hunger lasted in sleep. I would be free of the suffering even just for a moment.
My body pulled. The exhaustion hit harder. I watched the night waves and started giving into the waves that lulled me to sleep. Each rock of the steady waves I felt the pain lessen with my consciousness. Glancing up at the stars I checked to make sure I was still guiding the boat in the right way. The stars I could see looked promising. I leaned the rudder in the direction I thought was right. My eyes closed.
"Seth!" I yelled.
"Ren? What is going on?" Seth called from the edge of the meadow.
"Hug?" I told him. Arm outreached.
He ran from the other side of the meadow and wrapped me in his arms spinning me in the air before crushing me to his chest. I felt so comfortable against him.
"I am sorry" I spoke into his chest.
"What are you talking about?" Seth held me closer.
"I miss you." I told him.
"Come home" Seth told me.
"I am scared," I told him.
"Call me. I will come save you. No matter what. I can find you. Just need you to tell me to come." Seth whispered desperately in my ear.
"Come find me. I need your help. The water is scaring me." I told him.
"CALL ME" Seth spoke loudly.
"Seth what is happening!" I screamed. My body was struggling. I needed air. I needed Seth.
"Stay here!" Seth called.
I watched him become blurry. His mouth was still moving but he made no noise. He reached out and his hand broke the surface of the water. The water.
The wave left him and crashed over me.
I gasped. Right before my face was covered in water.
Opening my eyes watching as the boat filled with water. I coughed and water shot out of my nose. I grabbed the rudder and forced the boat to climb the next wave. My arms protested as they strained against the force of the water.
Managing to force the boat to the top of the wave. I checked the sky. Wait. It appeared the same as I remembered on the island. As I looked to the horizon. I saw it! My island.
The Wave is going to crash right into it. I can not move the boat away. Hitting the cliff head on is the only option. If I turned the boat I would hit the cliff on its side and I would suffer a harder impact.
"Seth Find Me! Seth Find me" I yelled.
I braced for impact. Needing to be found after this. This was going to hurt.
This was going to be dry land. The fear of impact and possible injuries are equally weighted to the promise of the consistent promise of air.
As the body of the wave made impact with the cliff I jumped off my boat. The wave crested and made it halfway up the cliff. I clung to the side. The impact caused jagged rocks to impale into my body. I cried out as the boat crashed inches below me. The hot overworked motor slamming into my ankle.
I anchored myself to the side of the wet cliff. Knowing that if I dropped I would not be strong enough to make the swim.
Needing to get off the cliff face. I try to lower myself off of the rocks that are protruding from my flesh. I can feel them like knives pinning me to the cliff. If I lower myself gravity might help the cliff let me go.
I scream as some of the rocks exit my wounds. Creating a wetter surface as they open gashes. The most imposing of the embedded cliff surface still holds me. I can not hold in this pain much longer. The water below crashes into the cliff rhythmically. It almost sounds like a lullaby. Knowing I can not hold this position any longer I use the last of my strength and pull up. The rocks break off in my skin limiting my movement but I am free of the spot.
I climb using the remaining strength in my arms. Pushing myself up with my foot and knee. I can not feel the foot the motor crashed onto. I do not have time or energy to check the damage.
I feel myself crying hot tears as I reach the top of the cliff. Hooking my bad leg on the top I use the remaining strength I have to pull myself to safety.
Rolling on the grass my body shakes with coughs. Looking onto the moonlite ground beneath me I see I have already changed the colour. From green to a dark sickly red.
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