Boom! The waves crashed onto our ship. I glared outside the window and caught the sight of the dirty grey clouds hanging like a tired scarf. I examined the sky and figured a storm was going to occur. It was midnight, the 9th of October 1798 and we were sailing across the Atlantic Ocean on the U.S.S Port Royal naval to South Africa. We were to dock at ST Johns. The South Africans were warring with the Zimbabweans. It was a religious battle, too many differences, and a lot of hate. The UN secretary General Kofi Annan asked the United States naval to help the South Africans. We were dropping off weapons. A crate of infra-red Laser Pointer which is designed to effectively engage targets at night, a small arm weapons while wearing night vision goggles. And Bazookas, a light weight metal tube from which rockets are launched. By the time we were half way through the Atlantic Ocean Captain John and I, the commander of the US navy were playing cards on the bridge. The naval crew were all asleep. The ship continued to rock while outside the wind was howling.
Suddenly, a huge bang came from above. We sprinted up the metal stairs. We were curious. On top we looked around and saw the huge, heavy, iron anchor smashing into the bright life boats. I walked slowly across because it was so wet and slippery. The rain was stomping in my eyes. I could not see. I squinted and saw the chain had broken off. I tried to run to the side of the ship and skimmed the ocean. The waves looked fierce. The bubbles were flung on to the deck and the water ran down my heavy black naval boots. The clouds turned from grey to black and covered the whole sky. The naval crew came up to see what was happening, some with their black and green pyjamas. They all stared at the anchor, then raised their faces to the condition of the sky. We stood still, speechless. A hurricane was coming our way.
Captain John and I were planning what to do. We ordered the officers to leave the fierce sight but start looking for safe shelter. They all scattered around and some went back in to dress. The Captain went inside to control the steering wheel but he had a huge problem. The ship was too heavy to turn away from the hurricane! The hurricane was colossal. Its strong winds scooped water up and threw it every where. The ship was now almost flooded with water. The smell of glue and old paint flowed through the hall way. The main doors banged open then shut. The garbage in the galley slid all over the floor, the ship was rocking from side to side. Captain John still tried to steer the ship. It was about 50 meters away and we were really thrilled. I ran to the officers and yelled out, “Stations everyone, now!” One of the men went to operate the crane to lift up the anchor. He connected the chains. The chain moved slowly down, and then the anchor fell to the side of the crushed life boats, into the sea.
We all ran below and turned off all the electrical equipments. I knew that if electricity struck water it could shock and kill anyone.
The Captain told us not to go to the top, the hurricane was near and there was no way of survival for us all! The ship shook as if it was an earthquake except it was on water. It rattled and heaved. Suddenly the door to the cabins, which was on our right started to break off. The bolts and nails shot off and screeched as it shot at the walls. We ran to the Fabrico water tight door on our left, as soon as the last man entered we slammed it shut. I turned the wheel around and tightened it.
Boom! The hurricane struck the ship. I felt the ship turn over and we crashed into each other. We were trapped! I tried to think of a plan but my head lost focus. At that moment I could not even hear, an ear piercing scratch was heard from above. I tried so hard to think.
Then I had a brilliant idea. I led the officers slowly up a ladder to get to the next floor. The ship was sinking and it was flooded with salty water. It rose quickly. My heart was beating fast. I kept taking deep breaths. I was worried not only of myself but my naval crew. We decided to break up into separate groups because it will be much quicker. Only 8 men wanted to follow me the others went their own way. We were planning to meet on the top of the ship so that we could unlock the main door and get out as soon as we can. We climbed as fast as we could. The water seemed to follow. Finally we got to the top. The other men including Captain John could not be seen and the water was already past my waist. We were running out of time, so we carried on. The officers and I rushed to open the huge water tight door, the water trying to slow us down. We turned the handle and pushed but it was blocked. We could not push it open. One of the officers said that there was too much pressure on the door from the outside. This meant that we were already too deep under the ocean’s surface. I saw the fear in my officer’s eyes. I felt so guilty. I am responsible for these men. The water was up to my chin and there was no sign of Captain John and the others. I felt sad because something must have happened to them. We began screaming for help, no-one left on this ship was alive and I knew we were going to die. The water reached my nose; we took deep breaths and dived low, swimming around looking for doors or places we could break open to get out of the ship. It took too long. There was no space. The water had filled the whole ship. There was no chance of survival for me and the officers…