غلاف قصة Ship Wrecked بقلم 1813candy
Ship Wrecked
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I woke to the sound of water splashing. Slowly, other sounds become audible, sounds of terrified people hustling back and forth above me. Then I realized where the splashing water came from, inside the boat! I hop out of my hammock and place my feet on the floor, the very unstable floor. A chill runs up and down my body. The water is up to my shins and is ice cold. I’m rushing up the stairs to the deck because I know if I stay below any longer, I will drown.
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