The boat rocked as the waves tossed it about. The constant motion was soothing to Thomas. After a week lost at sea, he’d run out of water two days before and resigned himself to his fate. The lack of food from the start seemed like a blessing as it would’ve only prolonged things.
He was becoming more lightheaded and confused. It wouldn’t be long, now.
He didn’t expect to be rescued even before he climbed into the lifeboat, but what else was there? Drown? Be eaten by sharks? No, he’d rather fade away, milking life for every second it offered.