Wrecked (Original Group Story)

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Chapter 1

Chapter One: Maura

Maura leant over the rail of the ferry, adjusting the ragged red scarf that was wrapped around her dark hair. She inhaled the salty smell of the sea and closed her eyes as droplets splattered on to her face. Nothing, in her opinion, was better than the feel of the wind and sea in your face. It was the smell, sight, sound and feel of freedom.

Gulls cried out above her and she leant back, glancing ahead instinctively. She had expected to see land--her destination--because of the birds, but surprisingly enough, only spotted an island ahead--one of the abandoned ones that she knew vaguely from school. It was removed further from the main coast of Ireland than most of the others, and Maura found herself wondering why they were here. Clearly, the ferry had strayed too far from the mainland.

A girl with cropped brown hair and an extremely skinny figure wrung herself past Maura and interrupted her thoughts, looking as if she felt anything but at ease. She scurried off just as quickly as she had come, rubbing her wrists together and whispering something under her breath continuously.

"Hello, partner," a light, Welsh voice next to her joked. Maura turned around to face a fit-looking girl with frizzy brown hair and squinty hazel eyes, with pale lips that protrude slightly from her face. She was wearing a slight smile and looked sociable. "What are you going to do in Dublin?"

Maura blinked. "Uhm," she said hesitantly. "I'm going to visit my aunt." Okay, so it was a lie. Not that the other girl would care: in fact, she would never see her again. It was none of her business, Maura reassured herself, straightening her shoulders slightly and raising her bushy eyebrows. "What are you going to do in Dublin?" she asked, feigning interest.

The girl opened her mouth to say something, but then saw someone behind Maura and waved at them. "I have to go, it was nice talking to you!" she said hastily, scurrying away. She didn't seem to be bothered by the lazy rocking motions of the ship.

"Curiosity," Maura mumbled to herself, holding her shawl closer. It was cold, but that wasn't that strange: it was nearly winter. The average temperature was what--15 degrees? Celsius, of course. Not that strange Fahrenheit stuff Americans used--which the majority of the boat consisted of. Americans, not Fahrenheit. Maura could tell by their flat accents, which were mostly casual and loud.

A boy with extremely blonde hair and tanned skin wobbled over the deck, his face tinged green. She had no trouble identifying him as a local: his stance, sun-weathered face and clothes said enough, though he appeared to be very sea-sick. More than that: he seemed to downright hate the sea by the looks of it, something Maura couldn't imagine.

She closed her eyes again and put her hands back on the cool railing. The water was wilder now: she could sense it by the sudden violent stamping of the boat. Chills ran down her back and she pried her eyes open and glanced at the sky. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, it had turned an eerie dark-grey and looked threatening. A storm was clearly brewing.

A voice over the intercom asked the passengers to come back inside, but then, before anyone could move, there was an ear-splitting, horrifying creaking noise and then a loud bang. Several tourists screamed, but others, like Maura, were just too stunned.

This isn't happening, she thought, gripping the rail more tightly. Part of her warned her to let go and find something to hide in--preferably a lifeboat--but she just couldn't move. Before her very eyes, a thing she had never thought possible happened:

The bow of the ship squeaked dangerously and dipped into the water, while a surprisingly large, cold wave spilled over the ferry and drenched those still standing on the deck, washing several people off of the ship. Maura's throat felt tight and strange and she realized she was sobbing hysterically and trying to hold on to the railing with ice-cold hands, but then, while the bow sank deeper and deeper into the water, another wave crashed upon her and she was dragged into the frigid water by the untamed ocean.

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