My story begins when I was born. All of our story's do. My name is Jack Kilo, and I'm 23 years old. I decided to go to the Bahamas but came to a decision to sail there. But as we sailed the engine stalled in a storm. Long enough to fill with water, flooding the ship. He was able to get to a life boat in time but left everyone else on the ship except a girl named Ashley.
As the world seem to fade, she kept me sane. When I spaced out, thinking about my life before, she would try to bring me back to the present. She couldn't live with herself if I threw myself off the boat and drowned. I couldn't let her space out either but she tried so many times to die. I eventually had to tie both of us together to stop her. It also helped stop me.
"Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think we're going to survive?"
"I have to think that because if I didn't, I would of already drowned."
"I always thought of going to the Bahamas but never expected to be stranded on a boat. Especially with a nice person like you."
I didn't know what to say after that. So I shuffled around to get a good view of the supplies we have left. We had about ten empty water bottles, 57 full bottles, 83 MREs, and a fishing rod with bait. I didn't know when we could get off the ocean. We had an emergency flare but who would see it when we're thousands of miles away from land.
We waited for someone. Anyone. We yelled until our voices were almost a whisper. We then had to figure out how to paddle the boat with only one oar with two oar holders. We found two sticks, electrical tape, and a bag and put them together to make a makeshift oar. It surprisingly fit well in the holders.
We took turns rowing her in the day and me at night. We saw a few planes every now and when but no one came to help rescue us. Days turned into weeks and had ran out of water. We had to use my shirt to make the sea water into something drinkable.
We are running out of bait quickly too. We are using the guts of the previous fish as bait at this point. We've been running out of hope since day one. We're so malnutritious that we can barely do what we should be able to do. It seemed like the end.