"Samuel…!"
"Sam!"
Samuel instantaneously opened his eyes as he welcomed the darkness in a room. He blinked several times before he was finally able to grasp where he was.
In a luxurious chamber, with a canopy bed to lie upon.
Samuel sat upright, only to remember the voices of the children calling his name before he blacked out. He stood up, feeling slightly numb and tingling in his body. He held his right shoulder where a bruise—the color of a spherical purple—appeared.
"The kids…!" Samuel mumbled through the pain. He had to get to them. The ship… the ship will sink!
The ship?
Samuel looked around him. He wasn't in a ship. He was clearly in a room of a house, based on the structure and the unswerving proof that was the window outside showing the skies and trees. There was no way that there would be trees underwater.
Was he dead?
