Island Voices

3- Storm of hell.

I fluttered my eyes open.
"Morning me, great looking day...?"
I quickly looked up and scanned the sky.
"Apparently not..."
Today was different from yesterday. Dull grey Clouds were forming and the sun was just peeking out its head over the ripples of blue mass surrounding my now shivering body.
"Shit! I'm cold..."
As if on que, my hand dripped with the cool liquid. As I remembered that I fell asleep stretched out. There was hardly any space on this thing. I rubbed my arms and legs all over, my feeble attempt to warm my whole body. I looked over my shoulder to see the island i was struggling to reach, I made a plan to reach it by nightfall. I didn't remember being this far away?

An hour into my journey I realised just how hungry I was when a shoal of fish danced underneath my raft. They looked cute, yes. But I was determined to reach my goal so I carried on through the pang of hunger that would evidently only grow to hang over me. The clouds were getting worse too, the dull grey had turned to a thick coal black. A light mist cloaked the island too.
"Please don't rain on me..." I sighed.
"Not today, not when I'm this close..."
My gnawing hunger and utter hate of rain drove my enthusiasm back up to the max. I was reaching that island. ASAP. My arms drove the water, the liquid rushing from hands diving round it to avoid the force I was putting in.

My positions switched rapidly as the first few drops of rain bounced off my hair while others ran down my face. It looked like I had got no further, while the island was still visible I admired it. The mist had stayed while the many shades of green acted as a canopy to the barren land. The island, in relation to me was 1000's times bigger. At some points it seemed almost impossible to reach as I gave up and dropped face first into the spiky planks which pricked my face. Leaving me no choice but to sit back up and carry on. Evil motivation really. By the time I had got visibly closer to the growing mass the weather just got worse. I didn't need to look up or even feel the droplets to know it was there. First, I could smell the fresh rain scent and secondly, it was deafening. It slapped the water all around me. Natures surround sound speakers.

A long, tiring hour later the rain picked up speed again. Forcing my arms to react with it.

Another hour later the thunder began. My arms jumping with my nerves every time it cracked from above me. My arms numb but still moving.

A few hours passed before I decided that the storm could not be worse. The Lightning smashed every other second, the rain beat my body and the wind was threatening to push me off the raft. The only thing keeping me alive. I was so close to the island than I had imagined to be in reality. It was enormous. Trees stood guard to the harsh brutality of the storm. A formidable defence to the liquid that stung my skin, protecting its core from the evil outsides that harboured evils, such as me. The monster with a voice in her head. But those thoughts could wait right now. I was so, God, damn, close.

My hopes picked up when they shouldn't of. I was within metres of my life line. Almost able to swim if the storm wasn't so violent. When the wind swept up the waves. Sending it crashing on top of my raft. I didn't know what was happening until the salt burned my thought, making me splutter as I reached the surface. My raft had toppled over, leaving the eroded side my only option from the weakness that came with a paralysing hunger. I had no strength to climb back on when a second gust struck my body, plastered to the raft but scraped off the material as I fought for breathe before I was submerged.

Cracks of lightening threatened to break my down from fear alone but the real killer was my lungs. They burned with a fierce primal desire of air, oxygen, O2, gas, it wouldn't have cared what you called it as long as it's needs were Met. I forced my body into action, struggling against the currents as I reached the top only to have the bar set higher by more waves. An impossible standard of endurance. Maybe my 'Guider' was just some sick twisted millionaire who enjoyed the suffering of teenage girls and he got bored of watching my survive. Maybe my game was over. Life only intended to entertain. But as my already blurred vision edged black, my thoughts dulled. Not by choice but my fading consciousness. I was thrown left and right. Battered by the waves from above. I didn't know where I was or how I'd reach my raft as everything faded. One last look of something peachy coloured diving through the water towards me. I fell unconscious. My body forced into an involuntary state of nothingness. Limp, heavy, sinking.

Ohhhhh cliffhangeeeeeeer!!! I know I always say it but I hope you enjoy reading! As always feel free to comment vote or message me blah blah blah, I just love writing this story and hope it comes out looking better than how I see it 😂