Its night...Captain has taken watch and given us the luxury of sleep. But work never does. The loud banging of the cabin wall wakes me suddenly. "Wake up and help me pull the sails!". Apparently in my slumber we had encountered a gail-storm and the only option was to turn around. Still the heavy winds required us to adjust. We are going backwards and slowing down. I´m on deck. Procedure has become second nature. My mind is still hazy but my hands know the work. And for a moment I could have sworn my eyes deceived me. The steel cable that held the mast down on to the hull began to shake. I may not have been a professional sailor but I knew that wasn`t right. "Faster!!!!" I moved quickly as I could....But it was too late. The sound of steel, hull, and water crashing was chaos. Shreaks and screams and high pitched wails of a boats last moments...but the true horror was in the sudden realization we were dead in the water....the mast is down...the mast is down.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Oct 2013 20:33:55 +0000
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