I relaxed back into my comfy armchair, elated that I didn't have the persistent pleas of my children echoing throughout my ears that wound me up so much. I was on one of the most famous cruise ships ever, MORNING GLORY, as it smoothly glided over choppy waves sometimes scaling some that most ferries would collapse on. The boat was circling one of the many beautiful islands of Indonesia ever so slowly edging towards Australia. The blistering heat was eventually peeling off the fresh layer of paint causing an irritating scratching sound every time a new slip of the cracked decoration slipped on to the deck.

Suddenly I lurched forward, sick piling high in my mouth. My heart was in my throat as my stomach churned so much it reminded me of a washing machine. Shrill shrieks emerged from some of the other passengers of MORNING GLORY as their muddled brains couldn't quite process what was happening. At that moment the boat lunged forward again, this time sending some unfortunate residents over board.

Prayers of desperation floated around the deck of the doomed ship when just then the whole ferry tipped over and began a speedy descent. I willed death to envelope me quickly but nothing happened. How have I survived this I thought to myself, shocked and inquisitive. I peered around and to my horror I was under-water! Blood was everywhere and, worst of all, so were corpses. As far as I could see, I was the only survivor. I tried to swim back up to the surface of the water , however, it was no use. After seven or eight tries I gave in and slowly sunk to my death!!!