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I woke up, it was stormy. The wind was blowing wildly. My boat was rocking side to side, tilting from one side to the other. Water splashed up the side of my little boat. My rain coat was flapping around and I had no shelter to protect me. Then worries started to kick in, would I capsize? Will I survive through this? Will I ever get home?

Suddenly the wind picked up again and my boat tipped over, I was drowning, struggling for my breath. The water was ice cold I was going numb everywhere.

As I was drifting away from my boat I started to have flash backs of money tree’s and how they would sparkle in the sun light and make me squint when I looked at them. And the over sized candy canes that made me feel hungry every time I walked passed them.

I would never get to see my house, my 2 acre garden with over grown with grass. My bedroom wouldn’t be mine anymore; my clean crisp sheets wouldn’t be clean and crisp once I was gone. I would never see my dog lassie; I hoped and hoped she would be alright! I never got to tell my family how much I loved them and now they would never know.

The water was pulling me down; I was going to die at sea all alone.