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What happens when you board a boat and arrive at a completely different destination than you planned for?

“Friends, you really should have listened to me,” I told them. “If you had, we could have avoided all this trouble.” But what good was saying I told you so? What’s done is done, and all my warnings about how fast storms come up this time of year had fallen on deaf ears.

I didn’t know at the time that in a few days the others would decide to kill me.

At some point we realized we had lost control of the ship. Our last best hope seemed to be a small island, visible whenever we rode a wave high before wallowing helplessly in its trough. But the island was there; we had seen it from the top of the waves, a distant oasis in this violent storm.

That’s when they decided to kill me.

You see, I was a prisoner, and the soldiers wanted to kill the prisoners so none could escape by swimming. But their leader, determined to save me, stopped them. He gave orders for us to dive in and swim for it. Those that couldn’t swim were ordered to grab planks or anything else they could hold to that would float.

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