It had been five days since the yacht had capsized. Five days in an orange bubble being tossed around on boiling waves, tumbling and spinning in a drunken dance. Five days listening to the song of the sea. The pitter-patter of spray and the thwack of waves against nylon and rubber, the crash of mountains of water greeting each other or tumbling in on themselves, the howl of the wind whipping and spinning in the troughs, his own groans and the dry heaves of sea sickness. And every now and then a haunting lullaby calling to him from the deep.A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
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You have conveyed quite a mood and setup with just 100 words. Very good.
Now I'm nervously waiting to find out what happens to the person set adrift. Will there be a Part II drabble?
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