Walk The Line. -Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 3: The ship....Poseidon.

Chapter 3: The ship....Poseidon.

Indie and I were walking back to the cabin. We didn’t have a massive walk from the skydeck so it wasn’t long till we were twisting the doorhandle to the room. From the lights off the ship i could still tell we were close to land.

I twiseted the doorhandle, fell on my bed still in my clothes. And fell asleep.

*HOOOONK HOOOONK HOOOONK!* Repatative arlarming sounds ran g thoughout what sounded like the whole ship and light was streaming through the porthole. Still honking i could tell something was wrong. Then i heard screaming, yelling and terror.

I grabbed my phone and Indie. She did the same. We didn’t have much luggage in the suitcase as we planned on bringing it all back so I wasn’t thinking at all when we ran.

I checked the time on my phone as i ran straight towards the rescue boat. From the top floor i lunged myself off the boat hoping to land in a  safety raft. And just over a thousand were now floating off the ships base.

Was i dreaming? What was i doing? My phone had made its way to the zipped pocket of my pink hoodie and my brown hair was now flying everywhere in the wind.

I took a hard fall on the safety boat. Feeling broken. Yeap definetly not dreaming.  I found Indie and we were thankfully safe on the one safety boat. I took a look at the ship that we had once been on and it was on a full lean slowly sinking.

The name ‘Concordia’ was written on the side of the ship and slowly it was sinking.

Horror and tears were filling up on faces around the sea and some people were floating. Tears started rolling down my face and my best friend sat shivering beside me. What was the time? I yawned and without caring i snuggled up to the boy next to me. His arms fell around my body and i fluttered my eyes open a few times to see Indie was the same. She looked like she was cold, shivering but the curly boy didn’t mind.

My eyes flickered open a few times adjusting to the scene.

What had just happened? Then memory fell into place.

We were sleeping, then sirens went off? Repatative sirens meant? Sinking Ship! Oh no. We’d floated off too some area of the world in the middle of nowhere? Great. Great. Amazing way to start a vacation. Somewhere in the middle of the English channel.