How did we even survive? There was a thunderous storm. Half of my family died as water flooded the Tsimtsum. How could this happen? Where is my family? Many questions were stuck in my head. I wish I could go back for my family but it was too late. I was struggling to swim. The waves were very strong and knocked my body over. Water started to enter my mouth and I started to get tired. My body was cold and weak as I swam for the lifeboat in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The cook threw a lifebuoy and helped me in. On the lifeboat, there was a young sailor crying out in pain. As the thunderstorm raged on, I saw my mother. She was struggling on the float and heading our way. The cook helped her come on the boat. On the lifeboat, my Mother kept crying …show more content…
Week by week our food and water supply had gone down expeditiously. Once my mother found out, she was very disappointed in me. To please my mother, I apologized to her and stayed away from the cook. The cook’s behavior got worse as weeks went by. He often criticized my religions. “Stupid” he would call me. Nowadays we just let him ramble on until he falls asleep. In the afternoon, I spent my time praying. I believe God and Vishnu would get us to safety soon but that wasn’t the case. We were stuck in the Pacific for months now. We all started to lose hope. Being stranded in the middle of the ocean had put a strain mentally on the cook. He became even more aggressive. The young sailor broken leg was rotting and infected. His bone was poking out and his foot became black. Mother couldn’t bear to look at it. The cook and my mother ultimately decided to slice the broken leg off and throw it overboard. As Mother held the poor sailor down, the cook raised his knife and sliced the leg. The young sailor screamed loudly. Unfortunately, the sailor couldn’t bear the pain and died a painful death. Instead of throwing it over as bait, the cook used it for his dinner. He cut the sailor body up into multiple pieces