Lost at Sea

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck" I sweared out loud. Here I am in the middle of nowhere with little supplies left. Due to my dumbass self my map fell into the deep water.

As my little boat sways along with the waves, I ponder on what to do next. I've been on this boat for who knows how long, the scent of the salty water was gone due to how long I've been here.

I looked over to the little pile of my supplies, I had a little food left and clean water that can last me around a day, maybe more if I ration them well. "Should I just accept my own death?" I thought, laying down staring at the bright blue sky. I didn't move from my position for a while, I mean where can I go anyways.

I let the waves direct my boat to wherever it takes me. I've totally given up now.

Eventually I fell asleep. When I wake up will I have reached land? Will I be stuck here waiting for my inevitable death?

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