Bruce could not believe what he was seeing. He turned from one side to the other just to see how large the land mass was, but there was no real way of telling. It did not appear as if there was any end to it. He raced back downstairs in order to find his parents. He knew that they had to be there somewhere.
Searching under all of the displaced clothes, the tousled table and disarray of pots and pans he discovered nothing. Then he decided to undo the bunk in the front in the far chance hope that his parents had secured themselves in for safety. Bringing the bed down his father rolled out onto the floor. It was blatantly obvious that he was dead. Bruce's heart sank in his chest, but he still held out hope that perhaps his mother was still alive.
Opening the bed to it's entire size, Nicole was crushed in the back corner. "Mom!" Bruce said as he climbed up on the bed. He reached her within seconds and saw that she was breathing. Gently shaking her Bruce tried to rouse his mother. Her eyelids began to flutter and slowly opened. Nicole gradually focused on her son and smiled. She was still quite weak but she was alive.
"Mom, we are very close to land," Bruce said. "The boat is completely disheveled, the sails are tattered and the rigging is loose, but we haven't taken on any water. I really think that if we can make it to land we might be able to find some food and water."
"That's nice," Nicole said turning over.
"Mom, I need you to get off of this bed and help me. I think that together we can do this."
to be continued....
Linking up with my friend Josie at Two Shoes Tuesday where today's prompts were turning or tattered.