p class="MsoNormal"Rain pelted the green plastic roof. The never ending roller coaster of waves shake the loose pile of sticks and bamboo that is held together by rolls of ancient film from VHS tapes. Wilson clings to the side, sitting in a nest of leftover rope and hefty wood. Chuck whimpers, his sunken in eyes gaze upon the angry ocean. Slowly losing hope, he curls up and forces his eyes shut in an attempt to sleep. /p
p class="MsoNormal"Chuck is awakened by a small sprinkle. A splash too delicate to be made by any living thing. He stumbles awake and sees his companion drifting off in the distance. Chuck opens his parched mouth and somehow forces out a nearly inaudible call for his best friend. He then plummets into the violent waters. His weak bones protrude from his already skinny body. Water pulls at his flabby arms while he attempts to swim. Wilson drifts farther and farther, tears trickle down chuck's red cheeks. Chuck knows he must stop, soon his fragile body will give out. He returns to the depressed raft. He has failed. He has lost his best friend./p
p class="MsoNormal""Bruce, what the hell is that?!" Shouted the fisherman wearing a wine red hat. Bruce scurries over to the edge of their ship and see a very bizarre volleyball./p
p class="MsoNormal""Should we pick it up Martin?" questioned Bruce. He was wearing overalls, with only one strap intact. The other strap dangled at his side due to a missing button./p
p class="MsoNormal"The men collectively agreed to scoop up the haired volleyball./p
p class="MsoNormal""We must be careful, this thing looks like some sort of voodoo." Martin exclaimed. "I'm pretty sure this was part of a sacrifice! Look at all this blood!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Martin takes the bloody volleyball and places it in the woven basket in the corner./p
p class="MsoNormal""I'm slightly spooked Martin, what if that thing is possessed" Bruce choked out./p
p class="MsoNormal""Don't be such a baby, Get back to work" Martin scorned./p
p class="MsoNormal" Chuck's glazed eyes stared at the sky. His unchanging face, mimicked a lawn gnome. Plastic and permanent. Chuck picked up one of the few remaining coconuts. The sweet freshwater tickled his parched mouth. He was able to bottle up enough coconuts to last him a month. However, the storm engulfed most of his resources. Chuck casts out his net. His stomach moaned and begged for sustenance. He had little water and no food. Perhaps he would be happier with taking his last breath and ending it all. Suddenly, there was a tug. Chuck raised up the net to find one small fish thrashing about in his net. He had done it! Finally, a meal. Chuck snagged the empty coconut and smashed in the head of the small fish. Blood splattered as the mangled heap of meat slowly lost life and relaxed into a silent, lifeless handful of slop. He bit into the flesh. /p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Chuck is awakened by a small sprinkle. A splash too delicate to be made by any living thing. He stumbles awake and sees his companion drifting off in the distance. Chuck opens his parched mouth and somehow forces out a nearly inaudible call for his best friend. He then plummets into the violent waters. His weak bones protrude from his already skinny body. Water pulls at his flabby arms while he attempts to swim. Wilson drifts farther and farther, tears trickle down chuck's red cheeks. Chuck knows he must stop, soon his fragile body will give out. He returns to the depressed raft. He has failed. He has lost his best friend./p
p class="MsoNormal""Bruce, what the hell is that?!" Shouted the fisherman wearing a wine red hat. Bruce scurries over to the edge of their ship and see a very bizarre volleyball./p
p class="MsoNormal""Should we pick it up Martin?" questioned Bruce. He was wearing overalls, with only one strap intact. The other strap dangled at his side due to a missing button./p
p class="MsoNormal"The men collectively agreed to scoop up the haired volleyball./p
p class="MsoNormal""We must be careful, this thing looks like some sort of voodoo." Martin exclaimed. "I'm pretty sure this was part of a sacrifice! Look at all this blood!"/p
p class="MsoNormal"Martin takes the bloody volleyball and places it in the woven basket in the corner./p
p class="MsoNormal""I'm slightly spooked Martin, what if that thing is possessed" Bruce choked out./p
p class="MsoNormal""Don't be such a baby, Get back to work" Martin scorned./p
p class="MsoNormal" Chuck's glazed eyes stared at the sky. His unchanging face, mimicked a lawn gnome. Plastic and permanent. Chuck picked up one of the few remaining coconuts. The sweet freshwater tickled his parched mouth. He was able to bottle up enough coconuts to last him a month. However, the storm engulfed most of his resources. Chuck casts out his net. His stomach moaned and begged for sustenance. He had little water and no food. Perhaps he would be happier with taking his last breath and ending it all. Suddenly, there was a tug. Chuck raised up the net to find one small fish thrashing about in his net. He had done it! Finally, a meal. Chuck snagged the empty coconut and smashed in the head of the small fish. Blood splattered as the mangled heap of meat slowly lost life and relaxed into a silent, lifeless handful of slop. He bit into the flesh. /p
p class="MsoNormal" /p