The wave...

                                     The wave

The pleasant rays of the sun hit my eyes as I lay in my cot. The noise from the busy market filled the house. I woke up to find a brown basket near my foot. I could hear the deep waters gurgling as I jump off the cot. As my daily life of a fisherman was quite a routine as everyday me and my group sail across our tropical island. We lived in isle of wight. We would often face a lot of rain as we were near the coast. Thankfully today was not a gloomy and rainy day. We would often carry rubber and coconut leaves to make a raincoat as we cannot afford one. Being a fisherman is not easy as we don’t get paid a lot in the market especially because being a fisherman is quite a common profession. We would often face tsunamis and floods because of how close we are to the sea. The food is quite good, but we would often find insects or hair in the food. Disgusting right? We didn’t have many varieties in food because we couldn’t afford it. We would always have to buy food for less than a pound. Other than the pressure of having shortage of money, life was fine… until the wave.

The days were normal. Time went pretty quick. I had always wanted to be educated thus I spent all my time and effort on my facts and general knowledge. By the way did you know that  the world’s longest mountain chain is underwater. My favourite topic is about water. Isn’t it so fascinating how a landform so clear and mystical is a home to more than a million sea creatures? We did face quite a lot of floods but didn’t lose anything valuable other than supplies. I lost 2 of my fishing rods and 5 of my nets but it somehow brought us a few gold coins. What an intriguing mystery! However, we can’t reach our sailors- Chris and Paul  who were supposed to come back today morning. They ventured right next to the Bermuda triangle as we wanted to know what it was. I have heard of a myth that whoever goes to that horrifying place they don’t return. Could that be the case with my dear old pals? They are both 60 years old and they have gone on some amazing adventures through out their lives. I can only hope to see them again.

Few days went by, but we didn’t hear from them yet. We waited all morning and kept a look out during the evenings. As each day passed our hopes of their return slowly passed. And to make sure such a thing never happens again we bought a bunch of walkie talkies to make sure we can always reach each other during expeditions and fishing trips. One day we were so tired of keeping look out that we just passed out on the beach. The breeze kept us calm and deep in sleep. Suddenly I heard a voice. I woke up the rest of my group. We picked up our net and searched all around us. That’s when we heard Chris and Paul’s voices. We ran to them and hugged them. ‘Now is not the time for hugging. We must alert the town and we must all leave immediately’- said Paul. Without asking any questions we ran to village hall and gathered a handful of people, but some refused thinking it was a joke.

Apparently there was a huge wave coming and it would be strong enough to destroy the whole town. We had 2 boats so all the villagers who agreed to come, packed their items, and came on aboard. After that we fishermen got onto a separate boat which was much smaller than the previous one. Thus, we could not carry any luggage. We begged the rich to give us some cameras so we could see what was going to happen to our town. The horn of the ship blew and off we sailed.

Few days later we reached an island where we tried setting up our new home. Years passed but we forgot to view the footage from our town. As we watched through the video our eyes started to tear up and we fell to the ground. Our isle of wight was destroyed and the people who refused to come with us, laid on the floor drenched and lifeless…

story by sahana