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Shipwrecked |
| Written by Carl Norwood | |
| Tuesday, 25 December 2007 | |
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Share it:      SHIPWRECKED (CS Norwood 26/12/07 - Finished at 01:22am)
“Phwer!” Spitting sand out of my mouth. “Where are we?” “Ugh!”, said Rob eyes glazed over. “Dunno.” As far as I could remember we’d been out on a little cruise with all the lads from work and some others. The night had been full of heavy drinking because Guy from work was also on his stag night out. It was slowly dawned on me that we shouldn’t be here. “Where are we?” I asked again. “Ugh!” Pausing to focus. “Maybe stranded.” Looking around and not recognising any of the scenery which was just woods beyond the beach I said, “Desert island?” “Dunno, but I’ve a massive bangin’ headache.” Rob said, face scrunched up and holding his head. “Same here.” I realised that I was suffering too. It was the shock of the sand that threw me. “What actually happened last night?” “Err.” Still struggling to get himself back into the land of the living. “I remember dancing on the deck. There … were the girls too.” A vivid memory of a young lady being sick over the side of the ship came into my mind. “I felt badly drunk, I know that much.” “I don’t feel like doing anything but what are we gonna do?” Remembering that we were stuck somewhere on a beach I suddenly realised that, erm, yes we did have to do something. I rooted through my pockets for my mobile phone. Yes! It was still there. “My phone.” I was happy for a very little moment in time until it wasn’t working at all. “Oh, it won’t switch on.” “Looks water logged to me.” Rob was rooting through his pockets for his phone. “I seem to have mis-placed mine.” From when we woke up on the beach to the moment we looked for our phones we had only just sat up. It was now time to stand up to make an important move. “Agh! That hurts.” Rob said rubbing down both of his legs. I did the same. It hurt all over and it was made ten times worse with a hangover. We headed straight forward towards the woods, slowly and in short bursts from time to time of an extra mile an hour of speed. “Desert island? That would be mad that wouldn’t it?” Rob said making conversation through the silence. “Someone will find us. Dunno how long it would take but they’d comeand get us.” “They might even class us as dead.” “We’d be famous though, haha.” We both came to a road which surprised us both, at least we were near civilisation. Paper, scissors and stone decided that Rob chose left. Only half an hour of stumbling up the road when a police car pulled us up. “Oops, I hope they don’t breathalyse us.” I said laughing. Rob went up to the car window and from just a few feet away I couldn’t quite make out what had happened. We had fallen over-board and are lucky we are alive. The police recognised us from the early morning news. Careful next time hey?
Copyright 2007 Carl Norwood |
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