Fiction

I picked up the boys at dawn and we were on our way. Didn’t know where to go till Johnny said “let’s go fishing” We all thought it was a good idea, packed up the boat and we were on our way. You could say it wasn’t a good day to fish. The clouds were dark and the boat was old. “Hey don’t forget your fishing poles at the shack” the store clerk screamed. The day was one of the best. My friends and I couldn’t have had any more fun. While packing up the boat, putting all the caught fish into the cooler until we heard a little bang on the side of the boat. Not knowing what it was we didn’t worry about it too much. We could see the dock! Not too far out and the boat slowly started stopping. The brave man that he was, Sam, jumped into the water. He quickly figured out that something had viciously bitten or ripped open the gas tank. “It hadn't been ten minutes before Jimmy's cellphone rang His old lady asked him how we'd be on the lake” Not knowing how long this would take Jimmy pretended to lose connection. We simply came up with a plan. Figured we would just swim into the dock, because it’s only a few miles away and we were all in pretty decent shape. Suddenly, rain starts coming down. The ocean waves get bigger and bigger. The last thing I remember is telling Jimmy to grab my hand before things started to get all blurry. I woke up, confused and dazed. Not a person in sight. I thought to myself “what do I do know?” No answers popped into my head. I heard a faint noise in the distance over and over again. My heart told me to follow it, so I did. (Seemed like I had been walking for hours) My bones ached and wanted rest but no; I had to keep on going. I spotted a village. Curious to who they were I crept up to their houses. I went up to what looked like a local citizen and asked her if she had seen any visitors in the last couple days. She nodded with a sorrow look on her face.

It turns out, they didn’t make it. I was the only one. The hardest thing I had ever done was telling their families. To this date I will never go on the ocean. I am more of a quiet guy, people say. I grieve on the thought of how I was the only one alive. And the constant thought of what I could have done to save my best friends.