He looked back at the sinking ship, as arms flailed about in the water. It was freezing. Fernando’s body was shivering at the extreme temperature. Just minutes earlier, he was sitting on the deck of his yacht, drinking a martini and enjoying the cool Alaskan breeze across his face.
It had happened suddenly, a crash and twisted sound of metal against rock. The ship wasn’t built to withstand the cruel power of stone and it quickly wilted under such pressure. Fernando spotted a floating piece of debris nearby and decided his best shot was to swim for it. He spit another mouthful of salt water from his lips and made like the wind for the makeshift raft that was once a door.
Suddenly Fernando noticed something moving in the water near him. He shook his head to clear his burning eyes, not sure if he was imagining it. Soon he realized, his mind was in no mood for tricks. That was a fin. A BIG FIN. Read more