Hiru stopped pumping the water out of the boar. There was too much water coming in. He was too tired and too cold. He had been pumping for several hours now, but every few minutes another wave broke over the boat. He could not pump fast enough. For the last few hours, he had stopped pumping every ten minutes to make a Mayday call on the radio. He heard the hurricane warnings, and he knew that the hurricane was only a couple of hours away. He knew the end was coming. The Elizabeth was string, but not strong enough to go through a hurricane. The boat would break up when the hurricane hit it.
Hiru knew this, but he did not really care. He was so tired that all he wanted to do was to lie down and sleep. He could not fight the wind and the waves anymore. He left the pump and went to the cabin door. Slowly he went down the steps and closed the door behind him. There was a lot of water in the cabin, too, but at least the tops of the beds were out of the water. It would be wonderful to lie down on one of the beds, pull a blanket around his cold wet body, and go to sleep. He pulled a blanket from a small cupboard and put it around him. Before he lay down, he decided to make one last Mayday call. Shaking with the cold, sick and dead tired, he picked up the radio.
“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, this is the Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth. I am sinking. I need immediate help. Over” He listened. Nothing. He reached over to put the radio back