SukritiThe Mess
She was covered with “cans of food, books, pillows, clothes, a door, and panels of the main salon’s overhead liner spilled off me as I struggled to sit up. Where was I? What had happened? I was confused. I couldn’t orient myself. The clock on the wall ticked a beat. 4 p.m.? That didn’t seem right…My tether, still clipped onto the table post, confined me. I was obviously on a boat – what boat?” Tami recalled her feelings.
Injuries
Tami had deep cuts on her left shin and forehead. When she looked at a mirror she screamed as she was covered with blood. “My God, what had happened?” she questioned herself. All this was just a phase and the real picture was yet to appear in front of her. While looking for Richard she reached the deck and that was the unforgettable moment.
Where Is He?
The moment it struck to Tami’s mind that Richard was missing, she couldn’t keep a hold of the negative thoughts surrounding her. In the middle of the sea, she was trying to recall what actually happened to them. Not even in her nightmares, she thought what happened to her in reality.
Looked Around
She didn’t see Richard anywhere all she could see was his safety line going into the sea. “I desperately looked in every direction. Where was the howling wind? Where was the pelting rain? Where had it all gone? The ocean was a slow rolling six-feet, not monstrous like it had been…I became a lunatic. Forcing the seat lockers open, I threw cushions, anything that would float, overboard. He’s out there somewhere. Maybe he’s alive. Oh God, please…” Tami wrote.
Putting In All The Efforts
She looked in the ocean with the help of the binoculars, and when she couldn’t see him, she searched everywhere in the yacht, thinking of the possibility that he might have stayed safe inside. But Richard was nowhere and the Hazana was destroyed. Disheartened with Richard’s going missing when she looked for options all she found was a disappointment.
Nowhere To Go
“I knew we had capsized, but with this much damage and the way things were heaved about the cabin I knew we had to have pitchpoled too – flipped end over end, like a gymnast sprightly executing a handspring on a mat,” Tami explained.