Shipwreck a La Timothy

When it was time to board the S.S Hatio, I was the first person to be on deck. It was not a very impressive ship. In fact it was small compared to the other boat I've crewed. When it was time to leave, I looked at Curacao in amazement. It was much smaller that I predicted it to be.

On one morning I was resting in my cramped cabin when suddenly the ship jerked back and forth. At that time I new that we got hit. I raced to the deck, but it was all in flames. I hurried to a life boat and released it. The boat plunged into the churning and murky water. I saw a young lad struggleing sort of neer me. I decided to take him aboard, he was unconsious but I think still alive.

A while later he woke up. He wasn't very nice to me. He also had a weird expression his face like he thought that I was different than him because I was black. He complained that his head hurt, after all I had seen him earlier hit his head on something. I used our pants and shirts to make ouselves a shelter from the sun. The next day or so he claimed tha he was blind. I decided to improvise and tell him that it would only last a few days. I hope that he bought it.