The Attack
One bright sunny evening, my family and I had set out on a voyage to Tobago where we would tour the island as professional tourists. My father, who was captain of the little fishing boat, was the head of the photography department in my school. He took clearly, well-illustrated pictures with not a pixel out of place, so I knew this trip would be forever jotted in my memories, with the album being formed.

As we sailed north-east along the Caribbean Sea, I admired the crystal clear, deep blue sky above, though the sun boiled above 37 degrees Celsius. Suddenly the sky wasn't clear anymore; smoke appeared out of nowhere and began to penetrate the air, making it dim and foggy. Without warning, a fleet ship emerged from the east and screamed for immediate help, and shrieks of immense terror echoed through the air as I suddenly felt water intruding the boat. I spun around in sheer horror as I followed the cries of help that overshadowed ours. A cruise ship was sailing nearby when the pirates launched their attack, fortunately they were not targeted. "We'll get help for the bay isn't far!" Yelled the captain of the cruise ship. The ship was soon out of sight and the pirates were long gone. To my utter disbelief we were sinking and I scrambled through my thoughts confused.

"Shamika, pirates have fired a missile at the ship!!! We must..." That was my mother's panicking voice, but she trailed off as water began to engulf the boat. I fought in desperation to find the surface and to my great disappointment the boat had capsized and rammed. I glimpsed another peculiar ship sailing in the near distance and I was about to give up and allow the detrimental ocean to devour me when my father grabbed hold of my arm, pulling me unto a broad piece of raft that floated in the middle of the ocean.

Just as all hope was lost, a grand ship that hoisted the national flag of Trinidad and Tobago, high up on a flagpole in the air, submersed and I had realized that it was the same odd-looking ship that I'd previously seen. My family began to scream for help and waved their hands frantically as the ship emerged. When the ship was in full view, to my great relief, it was coastguards'. They spotted us at once and came to our supreme rescue.

As we boarded the ship, I glanced ahead and saw the cruise ship heading our way at maximize speed. The captain honked his horn repeatedly and halted in aliment with our ship. The captains of both ships exchanged a few brief words as the captain of the cruise ship tried to rapidly summarize the incident that took place previously with the pirates. I overheard him saying that the pirates almost raided his ship when they escaped and was presently heading this