We found ourselves on an island, though many of the inhabitants including myself for a time, were convinced it was a peninsula, but the causeway had long washed away and the mainland was nowhere to be seen and not in sight.
For a time life in the island was good, even when we occasionally realised it was an island, until one day, something fell from the sky a meteorite perhaps, it caused so much damage around us, Many of began to see the damage others did not, quite a few of us began to realise there was a lot more damage, it couldn't have all be caused by the explosion.
Chaos erupted, many denied the damage, but others realised we couldn't repair the island, we set sail on a ship headed for the mainland. What we didn't realise though, was that much of the damage was actually viral, we took it with us, but not all noticed, we sailed in circles, never approaching the mainland.
Some of us agreed, we needed to use a lifeboat, if we were ever to get to the mainland, not everyone understood, some didn't get, they were ready to set sail, it was the others fault, if they couldn't see the problems on the ship. Reluctantly we disembarked, it turned out to be a trick, just so they could captain their own vessel.
Stuck aboard a a small ship we never really wanted to be, a victim of circumstance, a couple of us made a dash for a dingy.
We drifted for so long, never getting closer to the mainland, but this time it was ok, we knew we weren't, and we content knowing the only thing to do was drift, over time we rescued a few others, there was space for about 10 of us to sit comfortably here.
We still had no way to make it back though, but in the distance, there is a large cruise liner that seems to be going that way, I think we can hitch a ride, but we will probably keep the dingy, just in case.
This short story was inspired by Flight CIT8722, I think I was on that flight you know, but I joined at a layover at gate 03
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