It was all so sudden, I remember the unceasing rain pounding against my eardrums whilst the old ship swayed violently. Suddenly, there was a blinding light and a deafening crack. I opened my eyes to see the mighty vessel ablaze in the malicious storm, and the crow’s nest descending towards me.
I was too stunned to move when someone pushed me into a small lifeboat in the nick of time. Then I saw blood, scarlet and warm, seeping out from under the burning wreckage. I came to my senses and cut the boat loose, I felt as though I was flying for just a second before the painful impact of my head against the seat of the boat, which knocked me out.
When I awoke, I didn’t know where I was, and my palms were covered with dried maroon blood. My lips were cracked and dry, my limbs were in agony and my head was pounding. My throat was sore and my ears were still ringing, and it appeared I was stranded in the middle of the ocean.
But it seemed that i hadn’t forgot my backpack in the chaos, so not all hope was lost. I rummaged through it, yet most of its contents were destroyed in the storm. I managed to pull out some cracked jars full of wet cotton balls and one full of bandage rolls.
I found some rubbing alcohol and swiftly tended to my wounds to the best of my limited ability. Despite my mangled condition, I grit my teeth and focused on what would be best for my health.