My name is Eric and for the last two weeks my family and I have been living on a big yacht, cruising somewhere in the southern Pacific region. I don't really like to go out on the sea, but every year our family goes out for three weeks on a cruise. The boat is a 90 feet long, three deck leviathan owned by my late father's friend Aaron. My father died in a freak accident six years ago when I was only twelve. He was driving his car on the road one night when he hit a deer that came crashing right into the car window, killing him instantly. Left were my mother Nina, my older sister Amber and myself. My father had run a traveling business with Aaron and back then. After the accident he bought the rest of the company which left us with plenty of money to be financial secure for the rest of our lives.

Every year since my father died we have had this tradition to go out with this monster of a boat. This year the crew consisted of Aaron who was the only one that could operate the boat properly, my mother, my sister and mom's younger sister and my aunt Angelina and last but not least my self.

Now being a recently turned eighteen year old I was at my sexual peak and a three week boat ride living with my family wasn't exactly a smooth journey. I usually masturbated at least three to four times a day if not more and since privacy was something that was pretty much nonexistent on this ship I was getting frustrated. I often wondered if I were the only one feeling this pent up sexual energy? The only time I really had a chance to relieve some of that energy was when I took a shower in the bathroom and we couldn't take showers on a daily basis since freshwater was used for it so you can guess that I was feeling pretty bummed about the situation.

The days on the ocean went slowly, but one morning when I woke up I could feel the entire boat shaking and turning. We had been caught in a sudden storm and the rain whipped the outside with a vengeance. The waves hit the bulk of the ship with such a force that anything not nailed to the hull was tossed everywhere. Our family decided to lock ourselves up in one of the cabins while Aaron was forced to go outside to try and control the ship. The storm continued to grow in strength and suddenly something big hit the side and the whole yacht turned around throwing us around the room like a bunch of rag dolls. Luckily no one was injured, but we immediately realised the Aaron could be in big trouble.

Gathering our courage we went out from our room and outside only to realise that our fears had been valid. Aaron was nowhere to be seen and the ship was quickly going out of control. Within seconds we decided that we had to go into the lifeboat since the situation on the bigger boat was becoming too dangerous. With some difficulty I manage to untie and release the float, a six sided rubber craft that when released was instantaneously inflated with a small gas tank. Just as we had boarded the emergency float another wave came crashing down on the big yacht sending it around once more, shattering the some of the windows. As we rapidly moved away from the ship we could see it turning and twisting and finally disappear in the dark waters of the Pacific. The following morning the weather cleared up and we could finally see where we were.