Teenagers lost at sea

May 5. On the third day, we really started to feel the hunger, and we knew we couldn’t catch any fish without our tackle. The panic started to overwhelm us, and it was difficult to keep calm. All those question racing around in my head. Would somebody find us in time? Would we survive? Would only one of us survive? And would it be me? The day was long and hot, and we could feel the burning of the sun on our dry skin. Sometimes we tried to jump in the water to cool off, and hide from the burning