Disaster

Massacre

On the main deck the sky was growing grey. Clouds formed minute after minute creating a dense fog.

I looked off far into the distance staring at the East Coast. I saw a large thing coming at the boat. I suddenly realized it was the tsunami wave.

I screamed at Vanessa to run back and find shelter quick, but it was too late. The wave swallowed the boat an knocked me into the water. My stomach jabbed into a stick making a deep cut. I cried out in pain, but water only filled my mouth and entered my lungs.

I couldn't breathe.

I surfaced up to the top of the water and coughed up everything in my lungs.

"Vanessa!"

I saw something floating in the distance.

"Vanessa!"

I swam to her constantly being knocked back under the blue torture by waves.

The body wasn't Vanessa's. Just a man with a lady's sense of clothing.

I swam on when suddenly another monster wave crashed over me. I was swept under and choked on more of the items floating under water.

When finally came back to the oxygen in the foggy air I coughed up seaweed and a small amount of blood. The two colors did not look good together.

My head had been smacked into the side of the cruise ship creating another bump forming per the last one. My head was pounding with excruciating pain. The cut on my stomach didn't look good either. The blood was still wet from being crashed around and flipping in the wet killing water. No scab had started forming yet. I definitely needed stitches.

My family entered my brain. The thoughts of what could've happened to them was just too much. Little Matthew couldn't swim yet. If he wasn't with Jackson or one of the others he could surely be hurt or even dead. Jackson and the girls knew how to swim so they could be okay as long as they didn't have any cuts and head poundings as severe as mine. Jonathan could be with all of them. It was a possibility. I just hope they're all fine and together.

A large log floated past me and just barely scraped my cut. I cried out in agonizing pain. Now not only did I have to get stitches but also had to get 3-7 large splinters pulled out of my wound.

I doggy paddled through the waves, mainly because I wasn't capable of any other swimming techniques. I couldn't see any other islands or land around me so I figured I was in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

Sharks could also be attracted to my blood so I'd better find a float of some sort and get on it for my own good.

A piece of the cruise ship floated pat me and I hopped on it as soon as possible.