When that day happen . . . It was when I felt at the weakest of the weak . . . How that cold salt water stunned my body to numbness and bitter my insides to vomit . . . The soft glow of the moon shining down on me, the waves, and the slowly sinking ship . . . Limbs of love ones stiffen from the cold; held tightly to the hanging parts of the boat . . . Calling out for anyone for help seem pointless, but I do any way . . . And look for my brother all at the time . . . Time was vanishing fast as the temp in my body . . . My vision started to lack the purpose over an hour or so . . . Staying afloat seemed pointless . . . The thoughts of dying alone brought the last tear to me, as I began to go under . . .