The undulating waves made us feel even more nauseous as we feared the worst. By this point, we had forgotten how long we had been on that raft. I looked over at my wife and son on the other side and wondered how much longer they could hold on. I knew what I had to do. If I died, they could eat me to survive.
I pulled out a knife from my pocket. That’s when I heard the caw of a seagull. I knew land was near. As I put the knife away, I swore to never tell them. (99 words)