Minho sat at the window. Tired, and burning hot, he nearly fell asleep. His father driving the boat carefully away from chaos, Minho let his eyes drift away into another world of peace.
***
He awoke again to the sound of his father snoring. He was sleeping at the steering wheel, the boat was shut off. He snored loudly, as if there wasn't a care in the world. Minho rubbed his eyes, and stood up. He felt dizzy and was quite tipsy, he wobbled his way over to a cupboard, and grabbed a water bottle. He drank for what felt like hours.
"Don't drink it all, Mr. Minho. We gotta save some for later." Said a voice.
Minho turned around to see his dad staring at him from the chair, pushing the keys back into the boat starter.
"Sorry Dad." He said, walking back over to the chair. "What're we going to do? Earth is in chaos, and we are floating in the middle of an ocean."
His Dad started up the boat again, the engine revving up speed. "I really don't know, Mr. Minho. But we should just keep sailing and hope for the best."
Minho nodded and hugged his Dad. "I love you Dad."
His Dad smiled and kissed his forehead. "I love you too, Minho."
