(TW: child loss, mental asylum, gore)
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The heavy tides kept hitting the cruise from all sides, as the ship which I sailed rocked back and forth in all directions. Most of the members of the ship had either fallen of the ledge or hit their heads hard.
I had boarded this ship with my family and crewmates as we decided to go on a little escapade. The first few days went marvelous and quite pleasant. By the third and fourth days, a huge storm upheaveled the oceanic tides.
During all the havoc, whilst the boat was being shaken abruptly by the natural forces, my wife and son had fallen off the boat as she tried her best to escort our children to the exquisite dorms.
My daughter had managed not to slip off but had instead hit her head very hard on the cruise's rails and had her arm snapped into two, her grip on the rail might have loosened as the only hand that held the rail snapped into two. She might have too fell into the ferocious storm her mother and sibling had drowned in.
I wasn't able to find her, neither my wife or my son. I was hopelessly trying to take the ship in control. I cried desperately as regret took over me, I slammed my fist repeatedly over the wheel, frustrated.
"Daawdy! Stawpp!" A tiny voice broke through as my head snapped in the direction. My daughter stood there with an unusual glow showering glory which brightened the whole room. She looked like an angel.
"A-angel? S-sweetheart?!" I whimpered as my lips quivered, tears brimmed in my eyes as I desperately leaned on the floor.
"Daaady, u don't loose hope! Ok? Aunty sussane is crywing, there are many people on the ship papa. I want you to save them, ok papa?" She said as she let out a toothy grin with an adorable thumbs up, to encourage her father of course.
I, the captain of the ship, got on my feet as I wiped my tears away and slammed my hands on the wheel. I sailed my ship against the waves of the tyrant sea as my adorable daughter and I together fought it.
All of my courage had worn off after a few hours. My cheering daughter soon grew silent as she watched me sunk down to the ship floor. My eyelids drooped as I dozed off into a deep slumber.
I woke up to a slight nudge. My eyes widened as I realized i was being laid on a stretcher. I moved away from them frantically.
"Where are going young man!!!?" The paramedic yelled.
"M-my daughter!" I replied abruptly as I turned around to walk back inside, but was stopped as he grabbed my arm hesitantly.
"Uuh... your daughter.. was found dead.. she was found dangling from the rail, her hand was twisted around it and her skull was empty of no brain from hitting on the deck so many-" before he could even finish the other medic slapped him on the head and yelled at him.
I stood there on the porch as I saw those two bicker like a baby with no clue. My knees gave up as I fell to the floor upon realization.
My daughter, was dead... she died so terribly... unlike her mother and brother... My sweetheart, she was only three..
I have never left my room since..all I have ever done is weep or sleep. I have lost my whole family in a thunderous storm amidst the sea..
I closed my eyes as tiny fingers caressed my forehead.