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<blockquote data-quote="alsih2o" data-source="post: 1056309" data-attributes="member: 4790"><p>What you will remmeber most is when the noise stopped.</p><p></p><p> After 28 days at sea the noise starts to be a constant you depend on. Those massive boards and timbers groaning</p><p>against the weight of the water. The slight feeling of the rise on the pit of your stomach as the swells lifted the boat.</p><p></p><p> At first it is hard to realize that the sickening sense of motion you feel is the actual lack of movement. That combines with the shock of breathlessness, and coughing out all that black sand in oyur mouth and nose and eyes.</p><p></p><p> As you achingly lift your head form the shallow surf you struggle against the stark whiteness of the light that seems to surround and violate you.</p><p></p><p> Eventually you realize you are a survivor. </p><p></p><p> For better than 3 weeks at sea you were only allowed up on the deck every 3rd day, and now the vast openness of the space around you, the constantly moving air, the missing sense of enclosure are enough to bring on a slight sense of agorphobia.</p><p></p><p> As you look around you see the long sweeping cresent of a black beach strewn with bodies. Some oyu recognize instantly, taking a brief moment to stare in shock at the unnatural positions their bodies take strewn across the large rocks of the coastline. Some just bob in the surf, so much flotsam being picked apart by busy crabs.</p><p></p><p> Then you notice others moving. You aren't alone! Here and there along the thin black wedge of sand that greets the ocean peopel are rising to their feet, some collecting in small groups, others checking the dead. Still others checking the pockets of the dead.</p><p></p><p> The palm trees that amrk the end of the sands mark a sharp line between the unrelenting heat of the sun and the cool welcome respite of what appears to be an island paradise.</p><p></p><p> Before any paln springs to mind the last few hours begin to rush back to you in small bursts: the sudden stop,a nd the loud husking, dragging sound that followed it, the cries of the men below deck, and the panic when you realized the experienced hands on deck were crying out to their gods and mothers, the awful rush for the lifeboats,a dn the fights for space, the cold, unrelenting grasp of the oceans inky darkness clinging to you wihtout remorse.</p><p></p><p> And now this.</p><p></p><p> As your head clears and oyu see things more clearly you can count. Nine people. Nine moving people at least, possibly another 40 thrown hither and yon by the sea that spat you upon this black pebbly shore.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="alsih2o, post: 1056309, member: 4790"] What you will remmeber most is when the noise stopped. After 28 days at sea the noise starts to be a constant you depend on. Those massive boards and timbers groaning against the weight of the water. The slight feeling of the rise on the pit of your stomach as the swells lifted the boat. At first it is hard to realize that the sickening sense of motion you feel is the actual lack of movement. That combines with the shock of breathlessness, and coughing out all that black sand in oyur mouth and nose and eyes. As you achingly lift your head form the shallow surf you struggle against the stark whiteness of the light that seems to surround and violate you. Eventually you realize you are a survivor. For better than 3 weeks at sea you were only allowed up on the deck every 3rd day, and now the vast openness of the space around you, the constantly moving air, the missing sense of enclosure are enough to bring on a slight sense of agorphobia. As you look around you see the long sweeping cresent of a black beach strewn with bodies. Some oyu recognize instantly, taking a brief moment to stare in shock at the unnatural positions their bodies take strewn across the large rocks of the coastline. Some just bob in the surf, so much flotsam being picked apart by busy crabs. Then you notice others moving. You aren't alone! Here and there along the thin black wedge of sand that greets the ocean peopel are rising to their feet, some collecting in small groups, others checking the dead. Still others checking the pockets of the dead. The palm trees that amrk the end of the sands mark a sharp line between the unrelenting heat of the sun and the cool welcome respite of what appears to be an island paradise. Before any paln springs to mind the last few hours begin to rush back to you in small bursts: the sudden stop,a nd the loud husking, dragging sound that followed it, the cries of the men below deck, and the panic when you realized the experienced hands on deck were crying out to their gods and mothers, the awful rush for the lifeboats,a dn the fights for space, the cold, unrelenting grasp of the oceans inky darkness clinging to you wihtout remorse. And now this. As your head clears and oyu see things more clearly you can count. Nine people. Nine moving people at least, possibly another 40 thrown hither and yon by the sea that spat you upon this black pebbly shore. [/QUOTE]
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