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I was pinned beneath two male bodies lying face down in a pool of water. There was water coming in from every angle. From above, it was pouring rain, and the waves would lift us and spill over onto us every few seconds. I shifted a little beneath the weight of the men on top of me so that I could try to get a glimpse of what was going on. A flash of lightning above lit up the wall of water approaching us.

‘Chris!’ I thought, immediately trying to wiggle free to search for him.

“Stay still,” said a man’s stern voice, breath hot against my ear, “or we’ll all fall out.”

“The back of the plane!” I yelled atop the roaring ocean around us. “Does anyone see the back of the plane?”

No response.

“Please!” I shouted against the wind. “The back of the plane! Do you see it?”

The stern voice returned to my ear, “It’s gone, stay still now.”

“But my husband!” I cried, “Please look! Please! My husband was in the back!”

An enormous wave took us then, and we rode it partially up, my stomach sinking as we reached our stopping point and it rolled us back down to crash over us. As we tumbled, those on top held the ones on bottom tighter. We all held the ropes and a leg locked around mine. We were under water for a second, then back upright.

My side and my head stung, stabbing pains washed over my entire body. The men on top of me pressed down harder, pinning me tightly against the bottom of the raft. I lifted my face so that I could inhale, then lowered it into the raft’s flooded bottom to exhale. Over and over, I did this, just barely breathing.

Up a wave we’d go, and bodies would stiffen, we’d all hold on as we traveled up, praying we’d make it over and not tumble back down. Once over the top, on the way down, we’d all shift. Legs and elbows bruised and bloodied all of us as we rolled and bounced through the storm, kicking, kneeing, and elbowing each other on every rise and fall of the water beneath us.

Lightning danced across the blackness only to make the blackness that was swallowing us more terrifying. Giant black waves pushed us out into more blackness. We slung up and down, forwards, backwards, upside down, and sideways. There was no break in the waves.

As our bodies were jostled around, I realized that there was another woman pinned to the raft next to me, and between us, a child. I adjusted my grip so that one of my arms crossed over the child to a rope. This did very little for my breathing situation, as my face was now even deeper in the growing puddle, but the position secured her better between us. Feeling my arm near her head, the woman next to me did the same, draping one of her arms across mine atop the child to grab a rope near my head.

We flipped again, this time going deeper under the water. I instinctively struggled against the men pinning me to the raft; the threat of drowning instinctively urging me to fight, but we came up again and I settled back down. Everything was stinging now.
“Hold on!” the man shouted above me, and as suddenly as he’d shouted, his weight shifted, lightened, and he was gone. A knee came down beside my face and I raised my neck to see what was happening. I didn’t dare let go of the ropes. Without the man’s weight to hold me in, I wasn’t sure I could stay in the raft on my own.

The raft bobbled hard to one side, and the distinct sound of skin sliding against wet rubber reverberated in my ears, “Don’t let go,” said the man. “We’re going up again, I’ll pull you in as we slide down. Just hold on tight. I won’t let you go.”

Up we went, and without the man atop me, my body floated upward, stomach feeling as though it had made its way up to my throat as I begged myself not to fall out. Just as suddenly as we went up, we sped back down. My head was angled downward as we barreled down the back side of the massive wave.

As we evened out with a crash, I heard a male scream loudly in agony. A very heavy body came down across my back and rolled down my legs, followed by the familiar weight of the man who had been there before. The heavier man adjusted his position, grabbing hold of the raft’s rope nearby and pinning my legs beneath the bulk of his weight. The other man took his place across me, chest pressing down against my back to keep me tightly held against the raft.

Over and over we fought the waves until, after what felt like hours, we were reduced to a soft bobbing on top of the water. Collectively, we all released our grips on the rope and each other. The men who’d been pinning us down shifted, and we all sat upright for the first time in hours. It was pitch black. I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. Exhausted, I leaned back against the raft, all my muscles giving way as I did so. “The back of the plane,” I finally whispered, my voice gone from me. “Did anyone see the back of the plane?”

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