It had only been moments since the boat capsized but
all evidence had been sucked under the white capped waves already. There was nothing left, nothing except
Ralph. He bobbed in the water, thankful
for the life vest. The only thing
keeping him from being sucked under with all the rest of the debris. What would he do? How would he survive? He had no idea which direction to go. If only he had a compass. But then again, he had never needed a
compass. True sailors only needed the
sun and stars to guide them. If only he
could see some bit of land somewhere, though.
To give him a focus point. To
give him hope. The icy cold of the ocean
chilled him. Starting to shiver he knew
he had to do something. The sun was
heading down and who knows what would be out in the dark. He could barely see below the surface now,
and with the darkness in the air and below, it was too frightening to think
about. His heart began to race. He had to swim. But which way? Which way was to safety?
“Ralph, come on.
Mom said we’re leaving now.”
You just need to stay calm and think. I’ve got it.
The sun sets in the west, all good sailors knew that. Ralph turned his face up to the sun. Ah, yes, I must go that way. Triumphantly Ralph began to swim doggy
paddling as fast as he could. Look! There’s land.
After swimming for hours, he reached the shore. He flopped onto the sand, smiling in
relief. He had saved himself from the
terrors of the ocean. His story would go
down in history as the greatest…
“Ralph. Move
it!”
…the greatest sailor…
“Ralph!”
…of all time!
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