The Blackout

            I woke up one night startled at the sound of crashing; I had rushed to the deck to find the side of the ship splintered by a large iceberg, at first it seemed like no damage at all, but then I looked down to the side and a hole was quit prevalent even at this late hour. Once everyone else had heard the noise they too ran up the to see the uproar. It was now clear we had to leave the ship; I ran back under the deck to find the whole floor flooded with water, I thought to myself “we are doomed”. I ran up and they had already started deploying the boats. I jumped on one holding this journal tight, it was the only friend I had.

            It was about ten of us blindly rowing forward, I felt like a horse blindly following the rider’s orders. We had absolutely no idea where we were going; we just followed DeLong’s boat for hours on end. Now that we were exposed to the cold air of the night my skin felt like it was going to rip off any second. Thank god for my trench coat my skin was not in direct contact with the air. Now that we were stranded on this cramped boat we only had an insufficient amount of food for even three days. We had one loaf of bread and a moldy cracker for each individual on the boat.

            We continued heading north for eight days and nine nights. The ocean had become increasingly reckless, and there was still no sight of landmass. It was seemingly becoming a hopeless situation and I felt no need to entertain the fact that there was any chance of me living through this mess. Sudden overflow of water in the boat caused us to collapse into the water. All I saw was my journal sink to the bottom, I swam down to catch it then felt an immensely painful pound on my head that seemed to be from an ore that fell from the ship. After this everything was a haze…