Date: 12/5/2019
By Imetaphor
I'm on a 1 or 2-night cruise to Charleston with my family. The ship is tiny for a cruise liner, only 2 smallish restaurants and a deck, and the staterooms are like closets but you only need it for sleeping anyway. I check out the view on the fantail. The ocean is a dazzling blue with white sand shoals underneath. A killer whale swims by through the crystal clear water. I see that my brother has jumped off, so knowing we can't go back to the ship I reluctantly go after him, which is probably good since he maybe he was suicidal. We somehow make it to shore and try to find a way to catch up with the ship. We hire a plane and find the ship still underway but the pilot is reluctant to drop us off. He doesn't see escape hatches on the ship. And we'd only get one shot at a risky parachute landing. We decide to land at the cruise terminal in Charleston. The plane fits in two parking spaces, blocking the sidewalk in between. I'm thankful and excited to make it back because all-you-can-drink happy hour just started at 4:30. We have to take a shuttle bus to the ship but we're on the wrong one. We don't make it. We're near Charleston somewhere rural. In a field or orchard, I practice my airbison-like flying abilities which is handy for escaping predators. Also for getting back to the ship. If I knew where it was. The sun is starting to set, which explains why my flying ability is temporarily failing. I bike around the rocky hilly road in a circle and get really good at it. Every lap I check the overlook of the river for our little red cruise ship leaving, which should be soon. I hope I haven't missed it. It might have become night and day again. Eventually I see our ship outbound. I summon as much confidence as I can and jump over the cliff through some dead branches. I think to myself "You gotta trust it; that's how flying works!" I keep hoping; I will my flying powers to work but I'm picking up a lot of speed and I need to slow down and go a little forward to land on the ship because I'm basically freefalling. I woke up before the last few hundred feet.