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By Fuji
Waves, rocking the orange craft back and forth. It has been a couple of days now. They were stranded in the vast emptiness of the blue marbled sea. Ironically, they were struggling for water even though being surrounded by water, which would be suicide trying to drink salty water from the sea. With a manual from the tiny floating craft, they made a solar still filtering little water for the three of them. Food wasn't a problem as curious fish would circle around the craft. They would make a net out of their shirt.
A week has passed no sign of rescue yet. The fire kit is about to run out they were able to get wood from pallets floating by. Conditions were of a prison. Being confined to a tiny space. Mentally, they were collapsing. As they are giving up hope a silhouette in the distance appears . . . . .
A week has passed no sign of rescue yet. The fire kit is about to run out they were able to get wood from pallets floating by. Conditions were of a prison. Being confined to a tiny space. Mentally, they were collapsing. As they are giving up hope a silhouette in the distance appears . . . . .