Was I near the antarctic circle, was I near Greenland, I don’t know.
I don’t know who I was with, but while on a boat, separated from everyone, I fell over the edge and landed in one of those rubber boat dinghies, I can’t remember if it was actually inflatable or not, I want to say it was, but I remember thinking this was way too flimsy, but at this point, it was all I had. This mini-boat quickly separated from the larger boat I was on, and I suddenly didn’t see anyone or anything anywhere, just chunks of ice floating in the ocean around me. I knew I was wet from falling into the water and this boat (that I was able to climb into far too gracefully), and I knew there was ice everywhere in the ocean, but I didn’t feel that wet, and I didn’t feel cold at all. I just knew I had to find civilization, anywhere, to help me get back to the world I knew.
Amongst the huge chunks of ice almost stopping this tiny rubber boat from moving, I managed to navigate myself (I didn’t have oars; I can’t remember if I used my hands) to what looked like a massive block of floating ice (I couldn’t see land anywhere) that resembled a harbor, almost a pavilion in the middle of nothingness. I apparently left my boat and went into what looked like a huge room, like a warehouse room, but not really, since it was out on top of the middle of the ice in the ocean. People were milling around there like this was a giant bar of some sort, or like they were all getting together at a convention center. I looked around until I saw a woman who reminded me of a high school acquaintance, a woman I did work with back then and was friendly with back then, maybe that was why I felt more comfortable talking to her.
She seemed totally relaxed here, like this warehouse room on this ice harbor was exactly where she belonged, and I kept saying that I fell off my boat and I need to get a hold of the people on that boat, so they might find me. And this is when I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket (don’t ask me why it was still working and not waterlogged or frozen), and I was looking at it, thinking of texting someone there. That was when I realized, wait a minute, we don’t get reception there, they’re not going to get texts from me.
But I had to do something, I thought, so I thought that maybe I could send a bulk email to everyone I know on the boat, and maybe somehow soon one of them would get access to email and see my message. I didn’t even know the contact information to email the people who ran the boat we were even on, so then I tried to think of the names of the people I was with, and then I tried to remember their email addresses but my hands were too cold and I was too scared that I couldn’t type a thing.
