Vinnie was a simple man. With simple dreams. What made him stood out was his determination. I saw it in his eyes. He was a friend worth having. We drifted on the raft for weeks. Him telling me stories of his interesting life back in Vietnam. I tell him stories of my life back in Thailand. It was weird. I felt like I was talking to my dad again. The bond felt so familiar. Food was scarce and water was even more rare. Its so ironic. Dying of thirst while drifting in an endless ocean of water. It was a view of heaven from a seat in hell.
The other rafters got uneasy. Wanting to eat me and Vinnie would fend them off. Apparently where they come from, eating dog was a normal thing. Sick.. We would take turns sleeping to increase our chance of survival. But this is a task not easily achieved.
It was another long night. Tension filled the air of the raft just as well as the stench of the decaying flesh on it. It was my turn to stand guard as Vinnie slept. I feel weary. The gently swaying of raft lulled me to a deep state of rest. The sound of the waves brushing against the wood of the ship relaxes me. Each wave sounding like an echo of the last. The melody overpowered my vigilance. Before I realized it, I was out.
*Thud* The excruciating pain awoke me from my slumber! I open my eyes and saw a passanger holding a blunt stick that had just made contact with my skull. He raises his arms in preperation for a second attack. My arms were held back by his accomplances. Out of instinct I tornado kicked both of my restrainer’s necks. *CRAC K* CRACK* Broke both necks and they were killed instantaneously. I tripped the man with the stick and tiger palmed his heart out of his chest. The battle lasted 5 seconds and the other passangers including Vinnie looked at me shocked. Another man lunged for me and Vinnie tackled him to the floor. I screamed “HALT!!!!!!”
All eyes on me. I had no solution but I knew it was time for an answer. In my periphreals I can see it. The blood from the heart had drawn a shark. To many people this was a sure sign of their fate but to the desperate and determined, this is a small sign of hope. The desperate seeks refuge in danger.
I told everyone on the ship to keep calm. I dove into the water. It may sound like a foolish move but the shark will suspect what I have planned less if we are in his own element. The beast darted right at me, wasting no precious time. I knew what I must do, the timing has to be perfect. As the shark opened its mouth to bite me, for a split second he is blind. A split second was just enough time. I landed a gorilla punch right on nose instantly immobilizing the animal. I passed out from my head wound.
I woke up, Vinnie is over me. “You did it! You killed the shark and everyone on the raft can eat now! You’re a hero. Now rest up. Your head wound is still very bad. I don’t think your forehead will ever return to its normal size” I dozed off.
I have no idea how long I’ve been laying unconscious. The pain from all over my body seem to be transforming to numbness. My body has been pushed to its limit and is starting to give up on me. Slowly, a serene feeling starts to take over my corpse. It starts at my fingertips and toes. Slowly it creeps towards my torso. I can feel every bone, every hair, every cell being depleted of life. Is this what death feels like? If so, I am very lucky to go so peacefully. But I can’t. I’m not supposed to be mortal. I must live. I fight for consciousness but the battle seemed worthless. I mustered up all my strength to open my mouth. Perhaps to whisper my last words. My only hope now is it doesn’t go unheard.
But out of nowhere. As if answering my prayers. A drop of the sweetest nectar landed in my mouth. It plopped on the tip of my toungue and danced its way down towards my throat. Slowly and gradually I feel the numbness fading away as more and more drops landed on my body. I opened my eyes. It was raining. I’ve never been more thrilled to see cloudy weather. Then I saw her. An unfamiliar face never brought so much comfort to me before. She was draped in a robe. Holding a book I can only assumed was filled with all the world’s knowledge. Her right hand held up a torch illuminating the cloudy sky. Another passanger on the ship said with a relieved voice “Lady Liberty”. It was Vinnie. “We’ve made it to America pal.”