The worst place for a space capsule to land, is in the middle of the ocean. But that's where the Garuda's capsule now floated. The strong gale had blow my parachute off course. But I was lucky. There were spare oxygen tanks, some snacks, water, and a machete. So I lay back, and ate some chips. I hadn't prepared for a water landing. And I wasn't feeling strong enough to navigate the ocean. Hopefully the waves would bring me to some shore. There were a thousand things that could go wrong. I could bump into pirates. I could be picked up the navy. Or worse, I could end up floating in the ocean forever. Being stuck in a small space in the middle of the ocean, alone, doesn't help with the paranoia and panic attacks. I didn't want to have one right now. I'd just landed. Back on earth. This was home. If I were to die, this would be the place to do it. But I wasn't ready to die. Not now. Not after coming this far. I should sleep, I thought. Sleep had always been the perfect way to kill time in the past. But not today. I could hear the waves crashing against the capsule. The capsule wasn't exactly a boat. The nausea was kicking in. Fucking hell! I should sleep, I thought.
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