March 12, 2005 was the worst day of my life. It was the day when I and my parents started to make trip by ship. We planned to go to Rio de Janeiro from Fortaleza to spend a good time and relaxing, but we found a dangerous situation. When we rode the ship, everybody was happy and excited in the first hours, but after that, we heard an announcement from the ship’s captain. He said “Dear passengers, we have to prepare for strong tidal waves coming from the north, so everyone has to wear the buoys to save lives, and have a seat please”.
Then the horror appeared on everyone’s face. I cried hard and my parents tried to make me comfortable. They said, “All things will go well,” but I didn’t believe them because the ship was going to fall down; however, fortunately we were close to the nearest Beach called Fernando de Noronha. Finally, “thank God” we were found by the coast guard. It was the last ship I have traveled on it. From now on, I’m sure I will not ride on any ship after that.
Then the horror appeared on everyone’s face. I cried hard and my parents tried to make me comfortable. They said, “All things will go well,” but I didn’t believe them because the ship was going to fall down; however, fortunately we were close to the nearest Beach called Fernando de Noronha. Finally, “thank God” we were found by the coast guard. It was the last ship I have traveled on it. From now on, I’m sure I will not ride on any ship after that.
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