Shipwrecked

Chapter Seven

Just in time too as the rain began to pour, Sam grabbed the last couple things and threw down below before shutting the doors. Together we went back into the controls room to escape the rain. Sam shifted the gears and soon we were turned and headed back towards where we came. I have know idea how he knew which way to go without the sun to guide him, but I guess it was probably one of the features of the boat.

I slid down on a small white leather chair as the boat began to speed. Sam did not seem fazed by the high speed of our boat as each wave we went against seemed stronger and stronger. The bumps lifted me off the seat, but Sam kept his eyes engaged on all of the monitors.

"Oh no," Sam suddenly said, "Don't you dare!"

I was about to ask what was going on, but then I saw all of the screens go black. Sam slammed his fist against the dashboard.

"The monitors want dark," Sam said without any emotion, "I am going to have to get us back manually."

"What does that mean? Is the engine still good?" I shot off, I had a million other questions but I decided to hold them back after I saw the look on Sam's face. It was so grim.

"Our boat and engines work, but we lost all of our connection that the monitors need. I don't know why, so don't even ask."

I took that as a hint to be quiet. Sam was gripping the wheel tightly as we each shifted with each wave. The once calming sounds of the waves quickly turned into my source of terror. The sky was nearly black now.

Crack. In almost slow motion, I saw something fly and hit the grass panel. Sam and I both went silent as the glass continued to spiderweb until it shattered. All the rain and water from the sea poured inside.

Sam let out a small laugh, "Just my luck." The rest of the glass shattered.

"Why are you even laughing? I thought you said you were this great sailor, but you did not even check the weather forecast before we left?" I scolded as the sky continued to darken with fierce bright flashes of lightning.

"I did check, but I am sorry I am not psychic and can't predict freak tropical storms," Sam yelled back as the rain began to pour harder and the wind intensified. We were suddenly completely exposed to all of the weather's elements that the glass protected us from before. He tried to hold the steering wheel but it kept slipping and spinning out of control. I watched as his feet slipped and he began to slide on the deck floor.

Finally, I built up my nerves and grabbed his arm before yelling, "We have to go into the cabin. There is nothing we can do with the weather like this."

"Who is the expert sailor now?" Sam mocked, still trying to get up and walk towards the steering controls. "I do not want to abandon my ship like this. We will sink."

"There is nothing we can do now. Let's go below deck and just wait it out," I said, "Please Sam."

The last few words caused him to freeze in his step. Sam let out a huge sigh of frustration and pulled me into his side. Together, not even an inch apart, we walked down the stairs into the intense weather.

The boat swayed side to side with such violent motions I thought we were going to capsize for sure. I felt my feet beginning to slide, but Sam pulled me tightly against his chest. He was strong.

He pulled open the door to the cabin that rested in the first story of the boat, underneath the deck floor. We both jumped inside and slammed the door shut just in time to hear another loud crash from a wave.

I could hear the metal grinding of the boat just trying to stay afloat. Sam and I both maneuvered through all of the supplies and random stuff put down here as if it were a storage bunker. We found a small corner away from the windows and sat next to each other.

I really tried not to, but I could feel my body shivering. Maybe Sam would think it was from the cold, or that fact we were both soaking wet, but I knew it was from fear.

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in until my head rested on his chest. I could feel his hand gently rub my shoulder as he rested his chin on the top of my head.

"You are going to be ok," Sam reassured, but I could sense his uncertainty, "We are going to be ok."

I couldn't help but laugh a little bit. Liam always said I found the most inappropriate times funny.

"What is it?" Sam asks moving his head slightly and sliding his hand to move my hair behind my ear to see my face.

" I just think it's kind of funny I am going to die with a guy who hated me, doing something neither of us wanted to do in the first place," I revealed, borrowing my head into his chest to hide my laughter that was starting to turn into tears.

"Hey, thief, I never hated you. But I will admit, dying next to someone who wants to be a marine biologist but doesn't even know how to swim is quite hilarious," Sam responded with his voice becoming raspy. I could feel such strong emotions between us despite the silence that followed.

"Hey Sam, for the record, since we are probably going to die, I don't think you are a snuck up snob anymore," I said, closing my eyes and curling deeper into the warmth of his body. I could feel his body do the same to mine as both his arms wrapped around me.

"Gee, thanks thief," Sam said as he closed his eyes too. The sounds of the storm and the intense movements of the waves were terrifying at first, but soon they lulled us both asleep.