11;11...a Fiction Story

The Journal of Timothy Forthright
Any information found in this journal may not be true but should be taken literally as it is a eye-witness account. Please read with caution as it may make you think deep thoughts and contemplate many ideas that would scare your family or friends. Please read this as the rating i would give this is PG-PG 13 for some suicidal and dangerously growtesk ideas.
Dangerous Mission; Alpha Depth
December 31th 1999
The weather was bleak, It looked rainy and a ripe out storm was due. But I didn't care. Me, Timothy Forthright was a head-strong young man of 22. The world was mine at 22. I was rich, had a beautiful house, and lived a great life.
But the events that would happen to me would change my view on everything. It was a “twilight” type adventure full of questions and adventure that would have scared any man. It sure scared me because I still have nightmares about being there again.
I decided that day the 20th to take my yacht for a spin out near the coast. As I approached my boat an old man watched me from his boat. He knew what I was doing and right as I reached my boat the man yelled out at me.
“Hey you youngen'. Better not take that thing out today. The storm is comin' and I can feel it.”
Any man would have agreed with the man and being a sailor himself would have instantly known the wisdom behind the saying but all I said was.
“Go take a hike. Its not going to make a fuss while I'm out there.”
The old man simply laughed at me and talked to himself.
I started my boat and headed out towards the ocean. I had gone about 20 minutes into my ride when a slight breeze started to come across the port bow and the waves began to toss about and make quite a fuss. I instantly realized that being a good 30 minutes from land and storm that decided to attack my vessel would easily beat me back to land. I was going to have to either run for it or stay where I was and hope the storm passed by. I thought about it for a couple of seconds and decided upon a stupid idea. What if I ran into the storm? Would there be a faster storm instead of flying before the wind?
I quickly turned towards the wind and ran straight into trouble. In a matter of seconds the storm started to yell out at me and make the waves rolled with white foam. They started to threaten my vessel and soon waves were pounding over my sides. Steering the vessel in the open was a problem. All of the wind and waves was making visibility horrible and the ability to keep ones footing was also becoming harder. I was just about to wonder about my danger when a larger wave came rolling across my ship. It swept over the side and with a large roar pushed me straight into the sea. I bobbed for about a second and then something hard hit my head. I lost consciousness.
Any information found in this journal may not be true but should be taken literally as it is a eye-witness account. Please read with caution as it may make you think deep thoughts and contemplate many ideas that would scare your family or friends. Please read this as the rating i would give this is PG-PG 13 for some suicidal and dangerously growtesk ideas.
Dangerous Mission; Alpha Depth
December 31th 1999
The weather was bleak, It looked rainy and a ripe out storm was due. But I didn't care. Me, Timothy Forthright was a head-strong young man of 22. The world was mine at 22. I was rich, had a beautiful house, and lived a great life.
But the events that would happen to me would change my view on everything. It was a “twilight” type adventure full of questions and adventure that would have scared any man. It sure scared me because I still have nightmares about being there again.
I decided that day the 20th to take my yacht for a spin out near the coast. As I approached my boat an old man watched me from his boat. He knew what I was doing and right as I reached my boat the man yelled out at me.
“Hey you youngen'. Better not take that thing out today. The storm is comin' and I can feel it.”
Any man would have agreed with the man and being a sailor himself would have instantly known the wisdom behind the saying but all I said was.
“Go take a hike. Its not going to make a fuss while I'm out there.”
The old man simply laughed at me and talked to himself.
I started my boat and headed out towards the ocean. I had gone about 20 minutes into my ride when a slight breeze started to come across the port bow and the waves began to toss about and make quite a fuss. I instantly realized that being a good 30 minutes from land and storm that decided to attack my vessel would easily beat me back to land. I was going to have to either run for it or stay where I was and hope the storm passed by. I thought about it for a couple of seconds and decided upon a stupid idea. What if I ran into the storm? Would there be a faster storm instead of flying before the wind?
I quickly turned towards the wind and ran straight into trouble. In a matter of seconds the storm started to yell out at me and make the waves rolled with white foam. They started to threaten my vessel and soon waves were pounding over my sides. Steering the vessel in the open was a problem. All of the wind and waves was making visibility horrible and the ability to keep ones footing was also becoming harder. I was just about to wonder about my danger when a larger wave came rolling across my ship. It swept over the side and with a large roar pushed me straight into the sea. I bobbed for about a second and then something hard hit my head. I lost consciousness.