As Marcus slowly regained consensus confusion crept into his mind. Thoughts of where he was and how he was alive flooded his thoughts; Marcus opened his eyes and was meet with a dark starry night.
"Seems like he awake" a voice, said Marcus tried to turn to look at the man but stopped when pain shot through his body.
"Ya I wouldn't move around to much kid" a different voice said.
"Where am I?" Marcus choked out.
"Lifeboat we saw you floating in the water and pulled you aboard, we've been out here for almost 17 hours you took quite a nap their kid" the same voice from before said. Marcus forced his head up and looked around the wooden lifeboat. There were three others, the man who was just talking to him looked to be in his middle ages, black hair with a scruffy beard. The other man was younger, looked to be around 22 or 23. He seemed to have been wounded due to the once white but now bloodied rag wrapped around the left side of his face. That last man of the three was in the back of the boat, if it wasn't for the light mist coming from his mouth one would assume that he was dead.
"Names Anthony I was one of the 5in gunners" the man with bloody rag said.
"I'm Hector, I was one of the radio operator's" the older man said "And that guy back there is Paris, he worked in the boiler room"
"Names Marcus I was a sail hand" after the introductions their was a long period of silence between the four men. "Do we have an supplies?" Marcus said breaking the silence.
"We got about three days of rations and a flare gun, the boat also had a small repair kit for patching up any leaks" Hector said. Once aging a silence fell over the men and Marcus's mind began to wander, how long will we have to wait, dose anyone even know were out here, what are we going to do when we run out of food? The more Marcus thought the more he began to panic. Apparently Hector noticed Marcus becoming more and more panicked.
"Don't worry kid I was on the radio when we went down I put out a distress call as soon as we came under fire, I even got a response don't worry I bet they already got ships and plains out looking for us" At the mention of rescue Marcus slowly began to calm back down.
"Sorry, I don't know what came over me" Marcus said looking down.
"Don't worry it natural, all we got to do is sit here and wait help will come"
And wait they did but much longer than anticipated, on the third day of being adrift the fourth man, Paris had not awoken and on the third day when the others woke they were met with the cold stiff corpse of the young sailor. After hours of debate it was decided to toss his body overboard to prevent disease. The only words spoken that day were from Anthony.
"Lived and died like a true sailor"
Days passed and the thought of rescue dwindled down day by day. On the fourteenth day Anthony stood up and murmured.
"I'll be right back guys just going to get some cigarettes" before rolling of the boat swimming a few meters before being pulled under the waves. The other two men yelled at Anthony trying to snap him out of his dissolutions and get him back on the boat but they pleas fell on deaf ear's. The last two sailors survived by drinking rainwater and killing any birds that landed on their raft. The days and nights soon merged into a single bluer. Fourteen days soon turned into three weeks then into three month's. Every day was the same wake up drink any water that was collected then rest and wait for birds to land on the boat.
As the weeks dragged on the amount of birds that landed became less and less. Both men knew what this meant; they were moving further away from land and deeper into the ocean. They had gone almost four days with out food and the moral on the lifeboat was next to none. Night soon came and Marcus once aging fell asleep hoping that in the morning a bird would land. Suddenly Marcus was woken from his slumber as pain erupted on the back of his head.
"I'm sorry Marcus bit I'm not dying on this fucking boat!" Hector yelled pulling back his fist reading for another strike. Marcus reached up trying to catch Hectors fist before he could hit him but failed. Marcus to weak to from starvation was unable to fight back or put of much of a defense against Hectors blows, all he could do was curler up and cover his head. Blow after blow came down on Marcus, Marcus could feel the warm blood trickling down his cold body, and in a last ditch effort Marcus brought up one of his knees hitting Hector in the groin. Hector grunted and fell off of Marcus, taking the incentive Marcus pounced on the downed form of Hector and began to beat what ever life may have been left in the man.
Even after the man had passed Marcus continued to beat the man, tears formed in the corner of Marcus eyes as he pummeled the now dead body of Hector. Each punch was matching with Marcus crying out.
"DAMIT DAMIT DAMIT WHY, WHY HECTOR WHY!" Marcus rolled of the dead body of Hector and dragged him self to the other side of the boat before passing out from exhaustion.
The next day Marcus awoke wishing that the actions of last night was just a bad dream, he opened his eyes and was meet with the dead body of Hector. Over the course of the night his blood had dried into a dark black color and the bruises had turned from brown to a dark purple. Marcus, unable to look at the dead body cleared of as much blood as he could before rolling Hector overboard into the waters below, as Hectors body sank beneath the waves Marcus spoke a simple prayer.
"UNTO the Almighty God's we commend the soul of our brother departed, and we commit his body to the deep; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection unto eternal life the sea shall give up her dead; and the corruptible bodies of those who sleep in him shall be changed, and made like unto his glorious body; according to the mighty working whereby he is able to subdue all things unto himself."
Very short chapter only around a thousand words long but eh I'm a lazy little bean. I know I said I would have a labeled map of Remnant by the next chapter but I was able to make one (thank god for MS paint) but I have no fucking clue now to post it on my profile.