I remember the metallic burp and thinking about my family; as I snapped back into reality I saw the helpless Richard Parker. I yelled to him, he wouldn’t make it, he would drown. His movements were weak and he was hardly moving. Only his eyes were steadily on me. I wanted him to survive. I tossed him a lifebuoy and as soon as I did, I thought of what I have just done. Richard Parker is a 400-ish pound Royal Bengal Tiger. What was I doing? As I was contemplating my reasoning it was too late, he was already aboard the boat.
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As I sit on the tarpaulin watching the nothingness, I spot a locker. A locker that contains supplies? I start to wonder. I set my eyes on the contents of the locker, and I start to search for any obstacles. My eyes lead straight to Richard Parkers “den”. Though my fear was present my desperation for food and water took hold of my body and mind. I face my fears, yell to the heavens “God preserve me” and hope for the best. As I open the locker my feelings cannot be described but merely imagined. I take the precious water in my hands and pour the liquid life into my mouth. I think I will survive another day.
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