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I woke up, tied to Thomas, in a chair. I couldn't move, but I could hear.
"What should I do with them? Should I send them to the food duty?" the deep voice of a guard asked.
"No." A voice that was unmistakably the dictator's.
"No?"
"They wanted to escape, so let them escape."
"Excuse me?"
"Tie them to a raft; no food, no water, and set them out to sea."
"Yes Dictator."
The guard lifted me up, and I blacked out again.
I finally woke up once more, to ropes rubbing against my skin. I looked around, and I found that I was on a raft, in the middle of the sea. Thomas and I were tied, back-to-back, by a rope. Thomas was grunting, and trying to escape the ropes; pulling on them and kicking the raft.
"Thomas, stop struggling; you're only making it worse." I told him sternly.
"Oh, you're awake." he sighed as he stopped struggling. "Well, what do we do?"
"Let me deal with it." I replied.
I had to tie and untie all of the ropes in the horses section, so I was pretty good at it. Struggling only makes the knots tighter, so you have to relax, and untie the knots. I slowly slipped my arms out of the rope and found the knot. I wrapped my fingers around it, and went to work. Soon enough; we were free.
"Thanks." Thomas sighed as he rubbed his rope-burned arms.
"No problem," I replied, "so what now?"
"I don't know, I don't know how to steer tis thing, an even if I did, there's no land in sight. It looks like we're stuck here." He said sadly.
He was right, there was nothing to do, but rest and look at the sea. It wasn't that bad, really, until my stomach started calling for food. There was still no land in sight, and there was no food in the raft, so my stomach went on unattended. At first it was okay to deal with, until three days passed and we had still not eaten. We didn't drink anything either; that sea water had already started to look refreshing.
"Any sign of land?" I groaned.
"No, sorry." He replied sympathetically.
I groaned again, and found myself reaching for the salt water, but I quickly stopped myself.
We'll find land soon. I told myself.
It wasn't true. Another day passed and there was still no land. My eyes started to droop, but every time they did; I forced myself to reopen them, for fear I would not be able to open them again. Soon, though, I could barely stand it anymore. Thomas had already gone to sleep, and his breathing had slowed. I tried to stay awake, but my eyelids were drooping and I couldn't move my arms or legs. I fell over and sat on my side.
As my vision blurred, I saw something. It was floating in the water, and a man in colorful robes was sitting inside. It was a cute little boat, but it had something special to it.
"Help." I whispered, not able to call out any louder.
I don't know if the man heard my silent cry for help, or if it was just luck, but he turned and saw our feeble raft. He turned the wheel at the front, and the boat turned towards our raft. The boat soon floated beside our raft, and the colorful robed man came out. He came towards us, looked at us, and went over to Thomas. He picked him up and carried him to the boat. Thomas's limbs dangled limply beside him as he disappeared under the boat's floor. Soon, the man came back, without Thomas, and sat by me. He picked me up, and usually I would've been scared, but I wasn't. I let the man take me under the boat without a fight. He set me down on. A soft table and covered me with a cloth. It was like my bed, but softer, nicer, and more comfortable. I wanted to ask who he was, and where he came from, but I didn't have time. A few seconds after he set me down, my eyes closed, and I went to sleep.