portada Survive: A Tom Scarbrough Adventure (en Inglés)

Survive: A Tom Scarbrough Adventure (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

Donald "wayne" Manning

Editorial

Createspace

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

498

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9x15.2x2.5 cm

Peso

0.66 kg.

ISBN13

9781987593808

Categorías

Aventura de ficción

Survive: A Tom Scarbrough Adventure (en Inglés)

Donald "wayne" Manning (Autor) · Createspace · Tapa Blanda

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When the man awoke the air was cool and the boat was rocking. His mind suddenly adjusted to his situation. Bilge water . . . I'm wallowing in stinking bilge water! Grasping the lifeboat's gunnel he managed to pull himself up to where he could look over the side. His vision was blurry, he rubbed his eyes trying to get them to focus. The sky was overcast except on the horizon where the sun hung just above the ocean. He was confused but his mind was trying to clear. Is the sun setting, or rising? He slowly turned his head as he looked in all directions seeing only water, water everywhere . . . but there towards the bow, a blurry lump of something lying on the seat . . . no, it couldn't be, his mind must be playing tricks on him. There's no little boy sleeping up there. His head was swimming with dizziness as he looked back at the sun, it was being swallowed by the ocean, a setting sun. Now he had his directions, the sun sets in the west. He was suddenly confused as he thought, does it set in the west . . . or is it the east? Come on . . . surely you know this . . . sure it's the west . . . I think? Any sailor knows that . . . is that what I am, a sailor? What's my name . . . surely I know my own name . . . it'll come to me. How did I get in this boat? My head, it's throbbing like . . . Suddenly his eye caught movement towards the bow and then a cough, a cough that sounded like a child. "Who are you?" There was no answer, the lump he could barely make out settled back down. "Answer me, you hear? Who are you?" Nothing, no more movement. Was it a breeze that moved some canvas? The cough . . . did I really hear it . . . or was it my imagination. I'm so dizzy, head is swimming. What's real . . . and what's not.