Day 1,927

We huddled together in the lifeboat and watched the waves drowning the ship we'd called home ever since the oceans first swarmed the continents and left them as little more than islands and corpses far as they eye could see. Ours was a small group - only eighty or so - who'd been blessed enough to be on a well-stocked cruise that was far enough out that the tsunamis did little more than lightly swat at the hull.

We should have been on there with them when it went down. Over the past few months the others had become more family to us than the flesh and blood we left behind on land. Now they swam with everyone else, at least we hoped they'd swim and see us and we'd be a group again but they never surfaced.

Not even their bodies surfaced, the whole ship was just dragged down to the depths along with everything else we ever knew and it was just the three of us with all the supplies we'd smuggled over the night before the engines seized and the ocean came flooding in and now...

Now we're drifting with no compass, no light, no heat and in a few days we'll have no food.

Hope the ocean takes us before we have to resort to whatever meat fights the least.

Somehow I think I'll be the last to go - the sea's always hated me.