“HANG ON!” Screamed one of your friends as the waves hammered against your ship, thronging it around like a toy boat. You hold on with an iron grip, the freezing water numbing all the sensation in your hands and face. The storm appeared out of nowhere, and with no radio or means to call for help should you survive,

“HELP!” screamed a voice just to your left. You look over and through the darkness see someone had lost their grip and was moments away from being plunged into the black abyss of the water.

Whether it’s through courage or stupidity, you let go of what you were holding onto and grab their arm before they have a chance to fall off. You had no idea who this was, but you couldn’t let them die. Even with you gripping onto the side of the boat, the force of the storm proved too much, and you couldn’t hold on. Then without even needing to think about it, you toss the person onto the boat, you managed to save them, but you plunge into the darkness.

You grab helpless in the black water, desperately trying to keep yourself afloat, but it’s useless. The strong currents of the waves keep you submerged, and you can no longer hold your breath. Your mussels grow stiff, and the urge to take a deep breath is overwhelming. This is how it ends your going to die a twenty-two-year-old virgin with no girlfriend to miss you, no family to mourn you to drift off knowing that no-one will be upset at your death.

You are not scared anymore. You just feel cold.