It has been some minutes now and the boat has been tossed to the waves countless times, you don't know what is happening outside.
Was he winning? Was he at all okay?
Your heart feels like it will be ripped out of your chest with every passing minute.
No, you decided you can't possibly stay like this inside while you were not even sure if he is okay.
You tried to manually untie the linens that binds you to the bed post, but he managed to do it so perfectly that the knot won't come undone no matter how you tried to untie it.
Your eyes glanced up the bedside table, and there it was, the small knife you earlier used to peel apples for him as you were waiting for him to wake up.
You managed to reach the tip of the knife, it was facing you, so you had no choice but to grab it from its sharp edge rather than risk dropping it on the floor.
You bit back your cry of pain even when you felt the knife against the palm of your hand.
