A crash of thunder boomed through the cabin, rousing the cruise’s sleeping inhabitants. A young woman peeked a sleepy eye open from underneath her bed covers to see what the racket was about. Without getting out of bed, she lifted her head, craning her neck to peer out of the porthole shaped window to be met with a view of torrential waters, waves billowing threateningly in the distance. It was only a few hours ago that the day was bright and sunny without a cloud in the sky. Sarah had booked this trip with a few friends, with whom she spent the afternoon enjoying a brunch at port. “I’m going to soak up as much sun as I can!” One of her friends exclaimed, sunhat and sunglasses already donned as she took the last sip of her mimosa before grabbing her bags and standing up from the small outdoor table. Sarah just laughed at her enthusiasm, shaking her head, “I’ll be in the shade all trip thanks. I’d prefer not to look like a lobster when we reach our destination.” Sarah was a bit paler, well, a lot paler, than her darker skinned friend. “I suppose that’s true,” she tapped her finger on her lower lip, pouting it slightly as the thought dawned on her, “but when we reach Cuba, what are you going to do then? It’s sunny all the time there. I doubt there will be a lot of places for you to sit in the shade.” “Oh that’s easy,” Sarah gave a wry look before standing next to her friend, “I’ll just....borrow this!” With a quick movement, she snatched her friend’s wide-brimmed hat from her head and ran away with it. Before long the two were running around and laughing the restaurant’s patio like children, stopping only when the third friend, a tall blonde who was very much the mother of the group, piped up. “Guys! Hey! We gotta get going or the boat will leave without us! We’ve only got ten minutes.” Without another word, they all looked at each other, quickly left some money on the middle of the table for the bill and tip, and dashed out towards the dock with their things. The three of them had a full day of sun, fun, and drinks aboard the S.S. Minnow, enjoying their vacation to its fullest in just the first few hours alone. Little did they know that that was all the vacation they would be having. As night blanketed the sky, the three girls went their separate ways to their rooms, exhausted from the day’s activities. That was when the heavens rained down heavy upon the small cruise ship. Sarah was deep in her sleep that she did not hear much of the turmoil outside of her room until the lightning was already upon them. The loud boom she had heard was not just thunder, but the large loudspeaker that was bolted to the wall just across from her room. It had fallen to the floor and landed against her door. After looking outside, she felt some dread, but when no announcements were made (from what she could hear), she shrugged it off and curled back in her bed. She sent a quick text to her friends to see if they had heard what she had, but in her half sleep, half drunken stupor, she passed out before she could notice the barrage of responses that forced her phone to vibrate off the nighttable and under her bed. As the night wore on and the storm grew destructive, evacuation measures were called out as bit by bit the ship fell apart from the initial lightning strike that had damaged the hull. By this point, the noise got to be too much and Sarah woke up. Her blanket wrapped around her, she shuffled to her door to try and see what all the commotion was. Turning the handle and pushing, however, proved fruitless. Perhaps it was her footing. The ship was rocking quite dangerously. She tried again, this time with a running start, but still not a budge. Before long she started banging on the door, yelling for help, for anybody to hear her, but nobody could over the storm. Near hyperventilation, she ran away from the door towards the heavy lifesaver that adorned her wall, in hopes of using it o escape out the window and into the water below, thinking that somebody would find her. As soon as she got her hands upon it though, the ship jerked, knocking her to her ass and the large hoop off the wall and onto her head....knocking her out, as her room took on water. Outside the ship, the other passengers and crew rowed away on the lifeboats, watching the ship sink, slowly disappearing beneath the water’s surface. Sarah’s friends looked everywhere for their friend, but nobody could spot the brunette anywhere. One cried in the other’s arms. What they didn’t know was that she would be okay. That her window was slightly open before the ship sank, and that her unconscious body would float out half wrapped in a blanket, and remain suspended within the open sea for only a short amount of time before somebody, or something, would find her.