More rain

As Charles predicted, his condition worsens over the next two days. It’s unimaginable to think that we’ve been here for seven days, over a whole damn week, and yet, we’re yet to be rescued.

I live every second in fear. What if the people on the ship think that we got down at one of the destinations where the cruise ship was supposed to stop, and then something happened to us thereafter?

Charles is rich, after all, and some shady characters might like to kidnap him to fetch a good ransom. If this is what they think happened, then they will be searching for us in all the wrong places.

Or what if they actually realized that we must have fallen overboard, and were searching for us, but have now decided that maybe they were too late and enough time has passed so we're likely dead?

I have no way of knowing anything, as we’re cut off from the entire world and there's nothing I can do other than to wait, hope and pray.

“How’s your head, Charles?” I ask him.