Blue -Lost on Ocean-

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
If you are lost with your two worthy friends and you have no food and water, what would you do?
Would you remain silent and hope to get saved?
OR would you take any action?
This man didn't remain silent, instead, he took a very unique action. If you want to find that action, please read the story.

Submitted: March 26, 2012

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Three days have passed since I heard Charlie vomiting loudly.

The waves around us were laughing at Charlie. “You think we can get rescued in the middle of the ocean like this?” I asked Steve as I shooed away some birds that was trying to eat our “food”. “C’mon. I’m sure we’ll be rescued in no time.” Replied Steve bravely, but his eyes were telling me a different story. Both of us knew we were mice chased by two hungry cats. We already ran out of the clean water and edible food. We all looked as gaunt as three chopsticks. I put my hands in my pocket and stood up on wooden legs to get some "food". But I couldn’t. My whole body was dormant like expired rotten beef.

 “You think we can get rescued? I hope we have some kind of a plan to get saved.

Suddenly, Steve whispered in my ear “I got a plan.” He was thinking about something. Something that nobody else would dare to think about.

He told me with a voice that echoed in his empty stomach “Kill Charlie.”

I looked in his face. Waves were trying to flip our yacht. Wind was trying to make us lacerated. All the nature around me was telling me to disobey him. If we don’t kill Charlie, we, including Charlie, would all die, however, we all got a tiny chance of being saved. If we kill him, Steve and I will have more chance to survive, but Charlie would have none. I wanted to live. I asked the Steve when we are going to do the plan.  “Tonight” whispered Steve. “When the moon reaches its highest point, I’ll kill him with my hand.”

The time we waited felt like sitting in front of the operation room for your loved ones. I could see stars winking as if it was telling me good luck. Some sea birds flying across our yacht, screaming, “Don’t do it He is your friend!” But we had to. I wanted to live. I saw Steve sleeping next to me deeply. It was time. I quietly woke him up, and we head to brig. The floor wasn’t creaking as it did before. The yacht smelled like rotten fish. There were no sounds except the sound of my heartbeat and Steve’s. My footstep sounded like a bullet flying towards me. I wanted to stop. I looked into Steve’s face. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his horror on his face. If we kill Charlie, even if we get saved, we would go to prison.

Before I even noticed, we were at the door. I could hear Steve breathing hard. There was some cold wind pushing us towards the door. Steve’s hand went towards to the black handle. The door made a creaking sound.

I could see Charlie lying down a meter away from me. There was a lantern on a seat. I was thinking how should I kill him. Kill him with my hand... That’s too gross. I had to use a weapon. Anything other than my hand would be good. A wooden oar was lying under the seat that was next to Charlie. I made eye contact with Steve and he nodded his head. I picked up the wooden oar. It felt like I was opening someone’s graveyard. I smashed it against Charlie. The wall of the darkness absorbed Charlie’s scream. Everything went silent.

“Here! Save me!” Steve and I screamed. We left the boat, leaving one behind. I took one quick look at the yacht. The yacht was shaking as if it saw everything that happened.

“That is what happened to my great-grand pa. I hope you liked the story. Thank you.” The boy said as he bowed his head nicely. The class applauded hard. The boy was smiling as he looked into the artificial moon in the blue sky. The teacher received the E-notes that the boy was looking at, and then told him to go back to his seat. The boy flew to his seat and thought, why didn’t my great-grand pa use the auto-savior robot? The boy took out his G-glasses from his four dimensional pockets and started chatting with his foreign friends.


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