I survived. Somehow, miraculously, I survived.
Seven days later, and I'm pretty sure death has a personal vendetta against me. Honestly, if someone asked me to write a guide on surviving this level, it would mostly just be: "Step one: Don't die. Step two: Keep paddling. Step three: Cry quietly."
The past few days were… memorable. If "memorable" means a constant fight for your life against everything with fins, claws, or wings.
I almost fell overboard during a sudden sea storm. Mother Nature clearly has a sadistic sense of humor. I was practically swimming with the fishes—except, you know, the kind that eat you.
Speaking of which, there was that flying sea fish monster. Yes, it's a thing, and yes, it almost made me its lunch. Imagine a fish that can fly and wants to eat humans. Cute, right?
