I don't remember how many days it's been since James and I survived the big storm; that claimed two of our very best friends, Mitch and Junior. I don't remember how long ago the boat ran out of gas or how long ago the GPS system shut down. I don’t remember when James and I have last spoken. It's not that I don't remember it's simply that I have already accepted the fact that James and I are going to die out here at sea. I have accepted the fact that I am never going to go home and see my wife again. I have accepted the fact that my unborn daughter will grow up without her father. I have accepted my death. James on the other hand has not accepted his fate. James is desperately trying to get us home but there is no hope, his efforts are futile. We have no gas, and no GPS. However we do have plenty of food and water so I guess we will be alright for sometime. I feel as though trying to survive through this terrible situation is going to be much worse and much more painful than ending it all now. As tempting as ending it now is, I owe it to my wife and daughter to fight this and come back home to them. They are my strength that is helping me get through this. …show more content…
I quickly open my eyes only to see another boat, an actual boat! I am not imagining it. I don't believe it this is a miracle! The boat slows down as it passes James's and mine. I scream and wave at the boat and James quickley joins in. The boat is hope. The boat stops right next to ours, but i don’t see any people not a single one. Oh wait someone is emerging from the shadows. He asks what's wrong and we tell the man that we survived the big storm and then our gas ran out and GPS system shut down. The man immediately tells James and I to get onto his boat so he can bring us to shore. I am finally going to be able to go home and I couldn’t be