"If one were to look down, all they'd see was a deep, dark depth. A chilling fear some have when imagining what's down below. If you could guess what it was, what would it be?

Well its not monsters hiding under the bed in the dark coldness of the night. It's also certainly not what's in the basement while your doing your laundry.

It's the bottomless sea. A cold place where no human could survive. What's the deepest any humans have ever gone? 35,853 feet.

What do I think of this person? I think...their batshit crazy!

Who would ever want to be anywhere near an ocean?! There's almost a million sea creatures that can kill you! Stingrays, Sea Snakes, Cone Snail, Lionfish, there's almost no end!

You might think I'm overreacting, but have you been stranded in the middle of the ocean? No? Then shut your pot hole!"

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With being six hours out in the ocean, he was sure he'd be going crazy soon. He was already talking like he was having a conversation with someone.

There was nothing to do, but stare into the great horizon, night was coming soon and he believed he would be freezing to death soon. Just like in the movies he'll become an ice cold corpse that the media could talk about for a day or two.

He could already see the headlines "Person found deep in the ocean on wooden boat."

The headline felt kind of long though, maybe "Corpse found on wooden boat." Too ordinary, not enough details. "Corpse fou-" he was getting off track.

After looking around the boat the only thing he saw was wood, and the wood couldn't even be used since it was part of the boat. There wasn't anything of use in the boat. After his panic, he had started to calm down and look around.

Not an island, bird, or boat in sight. Were no birds around normal? He wouldn't die out here, right?

He could feel the sun beating on his back

He laid down on the flooring of the tiny boat and closed his eyes, so he decided to sleep lightly.

Even though death was probably everywhere in this foreign place, it wouldn't do him any good if he didn't take care of himself and his mental health.

The sun was already setting, a large red sun started to hit the waters and disappear.

…

The suns rays hit his skin harshly, he could already feel his skin heating up. His throat was so thirsty it felt stuffed with cotton, and his stomach had an acidic pain.

His stomach let out another rumble in protest to the injustice, but there was little he could do.

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If he died here, who would know of it? He wanted to at least be able to own his own home and car, he can't go on to the after life without trying to survive!

What can he do though? He had no knowledge about seafaring.

He was on his last straw. No food. No water.

Wouldn't it be better to just drown himself?

He was sure there would be hot babes in heaven.

He was prepared to hop off, but the thought of suffocating didn't sound like a great idea.

'Why couldn't they leave me a gun, at least give me an easy and quick death.'

He would just have to try again and again till he caught a fish.

His throat burned by the minute, the thought of water constantly plagued him. He couldn't even feel his hunger anymore but he could feel himself starting to feel an uncomfortable relaxation. His eyes drooped, his pupils dilated, and he passed out.

….

He didn't know how long he was out but when he did wake up he was feeling shaky and loose all over. Deep inside he was hoping he would die in the middle of his nap so he could end his suffering early.

He had to shake his head to clear the negative thoughts that seemed to pile on him. He couldn't die yet, it had only been a day and he was already starting to lose his resolve.

He stood up again despite the burning sensation that plagued his skin. One look at his arm and he could tell he had been cooked thoroughly by the sun.

He had to hold back tears, he did not deserve this.

He looked at the sky for two seconds, savoring the air of the crisp sea and then… he cursed. He cursed the everloving shit out of fate for throwing him onto a boat in the middle of the sea.

Then he cursed the boat, he cursed the sea, and he even cursed his shirt for not being long sleeved.

Only after his throat began to hurt did he stop, he swallowed but his parched throat remained dry. He sighed and looked over the side of the boat again. Nothing. Just endless deep, dark blue.

He was so hungry, so thirsty.

He watched the sea water lap the sides of the boat and disappear. Not a cloud could be seen in the sky and the blue of the sky stretched endlessly.

Looking closer he could barely tell the difference between where the sky ended and the ocean began, their borders became blurred. Ocean and sky became one.

He looked down at his hands and saw they were shaking.

‘Shit.’ He knew he must have been severely dehydrated if he was shaking so badly.

He could go without food but he most certainly couldn’t survive without water, especially on a day as hot as this.

The sea water that rose and fell beside him looked so tasty, he was starting to waver. He closed his eyes tightly and let out a sigh, he’d only be more thirsty if he had even a sip of that water.

His brain worked on overdrive, he was pushing himself to remember all those documentaries he used to watch with his family. He was sure he had watched something related to someone that had a similar situation as himself.

He hadn’t thought this hard since highschool.

In his misstep, he started thinking back on his life. If he really does die here he wasn’t sure he could go without regrets. He’s made mistakes, sure, he was human, but that didn’t mean he did not want to fix what he could.

The boat rocked.

It seemed he had sighed many times today, it was tiring. He didn’t know when, most likely when he was lost in thought, but the sky had begun to darken and dark clouds rolled from the horizon. Small drops of rain fell from the sky like a sheet and covered his burning hot skin.

The hours seemed to pass him by in a haze, his brain felt dried and he’d look at the thundering sky in a daze, he opened his chapped lips during this time to catch as much rain as possible in his mouth.

The boat swayed and the wind blew, a storm was brewing and it was headed in his direction.

But his mind which had long lost connection with his body only kept his mouth open. The drops of rain felt like it was healing his burnt skin and burning dry lungs.