Stranded

Settle Down

(Tord's POV)

I watch as we drift away from what was once a luxurious cruise ship which we resided on only 30 minutes ago, now turned into a flaming wreckage with bodies floating in the water like rubber ducks. The man in the blue hoodie behind me curses and paces around the unsteady lifeboat, checkered shoes squeaking on the rubber as he walks around aimlessly. I sigh and lie down on the lifeboat, looking up at the stars in the beautiful night sky.

"Settle down Thomas," I mutter solemnly, not bothering to face him. "We're going to be here for a while..."

Tom grits his teeth and turns to face me, fists clenched and his void-like eyes narrowed in a sinister glare.

"Settle down? SETTLE DOWN?" He yells at me, hatred burning in his voice. "Do you think this is a fucking joke Tord? We're stuck on a fucking lifeboat in the middle of the fucking ocean you commie fuck!" He snarls, pointing to the wreckage of the boat.

He pauses, and after what felt like hours go by, he finally sits down. He put his head in his hands and whimpers, shivering from what I presume is the cold finally getting to him or fear. "Edd and Matt were on that boat..." He whispers, sniffling as he holds back a flood of tears on the verge of overflowing from his eyes. "They're dead..."