Tuesday, January 25, 2011

MY WILL TO SURVIVE

     Today I spent my time on the raft catching food for Richard Parker and I. Needless to say, the success was slow, the hours were long, the fish were small, and Richard Parker was forever hungry. Each day I improved greatly and started using a cargo net to catch more fish. I ate more than I needed during these days that the fish scales made me glitter under the sunlight. The marks of color looked like clothing Hindu’s wear to represent the divine.

     Turtles are the easiest to catch, just like what the survival manual said. They also provided more meat the hawksbills. Though they are sometimes too big and hard to lift out of the water for a weakened castaway like me. Sometimes I begin to think about my journey, the strict vegetarian that I use to be. “To think that when I was a child I always shuddered when I snapped open a banana because it sounded to me like the breaking of an animal’s neck.” (218) I can’t help it. The only access to food was to kill. Lord, forgive me…

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