The Survivor

NOTICE: THIS IS NOT MY EXAM PIECE

All of the survivors were not alive. I believe that the ship was cursed. She was a new ship, one that was thoroughly tested. She passed all of them, and was considered the ultimate ship. Only the richest could afford to board her. It was the last night of her first voyage, and I was sitting at the balcony, savoring the stillness of the ocean. It was then when I saw her, the magnificent ship, sailing back to port. I felt proud for such a ship to be built in my country. Then it happened. I saw it with my very eyes. She lost control, gained speed and smashed into a cliff. I heard a dog bark, and many people screamed. The police was summoned, but they arrived too late. She had already sunk. It all happened so fast I could hardly react.

The next day it was reported on the news that more than half of the passengers on that ship died, and the reason why she sank was still unknown. I was shocked. After passing the tests, half of the passengers died. But there was more. In the subsequent few days, all of the survivors died one by one. My shock soon turned into fear. Only a young boy, who lost both of his parents and his dog, survived. I presumed that his death day was near.

It was two weeks since the accident, and the boy disappeared. Nobody except me has seen him since. That night, I was at the balcony again, glancing at the sea and the very spot she sank. Ships have been avoiding that spot, thinking that it was cursed. It was then when I saw him, at the shore, staring at the ocean before him. The waves of that beach were well known for its vicious waves that gobbled up both the shore and anyone there at night. I feared for the boy. I ran towards him, shouting, “GET AWAY FROM THERE! YOU’LL DIE!” But he didn’t seem to hear me. He took a step towards the sea, and as I approached, I heard him say, “Rex, bring them back, please. I’ll be waiting.” Then he was gone. Just like that. He disappeared. I leaped back in fright, sitting on the sand, confounded. After my desperate attempts to comprehend what had just happened, I could not find any answers. I left the beach, running as the ocean swallowed the sand.

I spent many nights at the balcony, enjoying the company of the ocean. Occasionally, on the most peaceful nights, I’ll have another companion, a shadowy figure, who always stood at the shore. I never attempt to rescue him anymore, for I know what would happen next. I doubt that he died, but he’s not quite alive either. A figure in the shadows of the waves, waiting.