A HUNDRED SEVEN

The high and ferocious waves rocked his boat so many times that he couldn't even sit still in the boat. His face was wet and his lips were twitching coldly because of the splash of sea water that was almost below freezing. The buoys and layers of clothing that wrapped around his body couldn't block the super cold sea breeze that was blowing very hard around him. Only a madman would go out to sea in the midst of a raging storm like this one. And damn that crazy person is him.

Meyer repeatedly looked up at the sky, hoping that a violent storm would not come soon because he was still bobbing in the middle of the sea. It would take him at least another twenty minutes at the earliest to get to the beach and quickly find a warm place to keep him from catching frostbite in the morning.

At first Meyer thought his ship was being hit by waves again. He heard the sound of water hitting solid objects, and then the boat shook slightly. He had almost given up on surviving in the middle of the sea