Has it been that long? I cannot tell. The raft leaks more each brilliant day, the mocking sea, a glorious aquamarine. Like Sisyphus, He punishes our endurance! Yet, our water dwindles – each night, I wake betrayed, my body lathered cold with sweat, aghast at what we did.
At how we acted. In those desperate moments after impact.
Now, just three remain, the aeroplane and evidence within lost to the fathomless depths.
Here, while my companions sleep, I seek written absolution. I pray its enough, for what I’ve done.
And, God forgive me … for what I have yet to do.
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