This choice: You're navigating the ocean when a storm approaches • Go Back...Chapter #2You're navigating the ocean when a storm ap... by: milkbaby   Robb Myers was transporting his cargo through the Indian Ocean. In the holds below, he was transporting various foods to deliver to his biggest client, Acme Foods, Inc.back in America. He had fruits and vegetables native to the region, as well as many different forms of protein supplement bars he had promised to deliver to another client in the area, a former rugby athlete and now the owner of a chain of bodybuilding gyms.
Robb noticed the sun was beginning to set, so he put his ship on autopilot, then retired to his sleeping quarters below.
A few hours later, he was awakened, as his ship was whipping back and forth against the waves violently. He was thrown from his bed and groaned as he got to his feet.
Robb made his way upward,in an effort to navigate through this rough patch of sea. He glanced over at the radar resting near the steering equipment, when he saw he was in the middle of two competing hurricanes.
He picked up the radio. "Hello! Cargo ship in need of assistance! I'm in the middle of the Indian Ocean and need rescue! Is there anyone out there?!"
He listened on the other end. Robb could hear someone's voice, but it was breaking up. He could only make out certain words. "Please...position...rescue...assistance...location...wait patiently," the man said, in a heavy Indian accent.
Robb looked out into the ocean, the ship rocking back and forth, almost knocking him off balance on a number of occasions. In the darkness, beyond the whipping wind and rain, he could make out a wave. Looking to be nearly 50 feet tall, it was coming straight for his ship.
With no time to react, Robb braced himself for impact. Within a matter of seconds, the wave crashed into the ship, flooding the navigation area where he was at. The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was the sound of the radio shorting out, his ship beginning to sink...,
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Robb awakened a few hours later, a gentle breeze blowing through his hair. He was lying face down on the sand. He groaned, glancing up at his surroundings. He appeared to be on an island of some sort.
Robb heard the voice of children's laughter coming from behind him.
He sat up, eyes going wide, as he saw...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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