'Are you alright?' Mr Marshall called for me, I held up my arm in response and he came running over. a storm, it belt us across the currents as we held on for dear life, tossed about by the merciless sea. It was just the two of us (no one else bothered to sign up) we were going great, but then. He was the coach at our highschool, being a senior I was expected to take part in major sporting events instead I opted for the sailing course, also offered by Mr Marshall. Suddenly it all came back, Mr Marshall (my sailing instructor) and I going out on his boat, the final part of the lesson, I was almost ready for my solo sail. With a cold crash I woke up, struggling to breath, confused, wet, my skin stinging.
