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Christmas Terror
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Saturday 23rd December 2017, started out like every two days before Christmas. People take the street in getting their last minute token of whatsoever their joyfilled heart seek.
It was a hot and sunny day with pure bright blue skies. As for my family and I, we have planned this Christmas to be different, spending it in Canouan where my father works and for the past 13 years we had not have him home for Christmas.
Since we lived in the most beautiful Caribbean country, Yurmei or Hariouna- A home of the Blessed called St. Vincent and the Grenadines, 13°15'N 61°12'W. St. Vincent is a volcanic island who is mother to her 32 exotic chain of islands called the Grenadines.
My brothers Kash and Godmel along with my two children loaded our luggages into the silver taxi. Not before long we aboarded the boat that would take us to our destination which is about 2 hours and 45 mins. We quickly lock our luggages in the baggage area and climbed our way upstairs the boat on the opening so I can get all the fresh air I need for such of journey like this, which is I prayed for my stomach to remain calm. But nevertheless, am always prepare for such a journey of such.
2:30pm we set sail the open seas. Look out unto the lash green mountainous scene as it slowly disappear out of sight. Hearing gently clashing of the waves against the boat as it trail off at the rear end of the boat leaving swissy bubble like trail that vanish in split seconds. The fresh salty fishy smell of the sea combining with the left to right rolling of the boat eventually cause my stomach to feel unease.
Knowing that I'll puck at any time, I began to suck on two mints that help me for a bit longer, I started to pray deep within me as I keep abreast of the time thag some how to me felt like four hour had past, with actual time being 4:30pm.
Praying for a quick and safe arrival any time now. I merely realized that picked up in speed from the boat, still praying and calling from within me the name of Jesus, at that said second all things changed for the worst. There were a loud clashing explosion sound as the boat quickly tilted on the left side and hands and feet of passengers out on the deck where my family and I sat were scrambling to the right sideof the boat. By this time the words Jesus Jesus was the only thing coming from my mouth as I hold tight to my children Royal and Ronnia and my brothers Kash and Godmel, my mom Mervie held us and was still praying. I shouted to everyone to come up this side thinking that the boat would have regained balance. Unaware of what could have caused the boat to now be sailing on it side, I reach for my phone and tried to contact emergency services. I then grab my mother phone and called my father of children Ronald, letting him know of such disaster at sea, when he heard the terrifying cried of persons, he quickly made contact to higher ranks and emergency services who called me within second. I was told the coastguard has been send out along with other vessels. The tension of fright filled the air along with the smell of gas or oil, I couldn't tell the difference because of the level of confusion and panic that distort my sense of judgement. Other persons on the lower deck quickly fled to higher cabin in the boat. The news of some thing with explosive fluid had turned over and smash vechiles and maybe someone was trapped escalated like wild fire. Minutes after it was confirmed that no one is hurt, but we had oil leakage from the overturned tank.
Approximately 25 minutes after, person aboard was saying there are two coastguard vessels circling around us but our captain cannot stop the boat because it's best to keep sailing at the same paste he's at. Another 25 minutes later we could now see the island of Canouan as we got closer and villager of the island gathered the shore upon hearding the news, waiting for their love ones.
The panicking and distressed atmosphere on the boat was now one of relieved yet still distressed waiting for the boat to deck at the wharf and the quickly embarking from the boat which was deemed as a site of danger. Upon embarking the boat I saw a huge oil tank resting neatly upon a so called vechile and half of what appeared to be a white SUV jeep. My phone captured this terrifying image. We rush out of there only with the bags we had on hand, with rapid evacuation, persons were forced and told to leave all luggage behind and quick get off so the emergency team can drag the boat safely out the reach of the wharg over to an abandon wharf.
Our father was there waiting with praying heart to see his family, my children was happy to see their papa. Everyone was hugging their love ones with tears in eyes or a relief smile on their faces. I shouted thank you Jesus as my feet touch land for the first time from 3 hours and 10 minutes of terror. Grateful to be alive with my entire family was truly a blessings and a prayer answered. As I turned and looked at what appeared to be a dream or a nightmare was actual tragedy of reality, to forever be remembered as Christmas Terror.
#ATrueLifeStory
Saturday 23rd December 2017, started out like every two days before Christmas. People take the street in getting their last minute token of whatsoever their joyfilled heart seek.
It was a hot and sunny day with pure bright blue skies. As for my family and I, we have planned this Christmas to be different, spending it in Canouan where my father works and for the past 13 years we had not have him home for Christmas.
Since we lived in the most beautiful Caribbean country, Yurmei or Hariouna- A home of the Blessed called St. Vincent and the Grenadines, 13°15'N 61°12'W. St. Vincent is a volcanic island who is mother to her 32 exotic chain of islands called the Grenadines.
My brothers Kash and Godmel along with my two children loaded our luggages into the silver taxi. Not before long we aboarded the boat that would take us to our destination which is about 2 hours and 45 mins. We quickly lock our luggages in the baggage area and climbed our way upstairs the boat on the opening so I can get all the fresh air I need for such of journey like this, which is I prayed for my stomach to remain calm. But nevertheless, am always prepare for such a journey of such.
2:30pm we set sail the open seas. Look out unto the lash green mountainous scene as it slowly disappear out of sight. Hearing gently clashing of the waves against the boat as it trail off at the rear end of the boat leaving swissy bubble like trail that vanish in split seconds. The fresh salty fishy smell of the sea combining with the left to right rolling of the boat eventually cause my stomach to feel unease.
Knowing that I'll puck at any time, I began to suck on two mints that help me for a bit longer, I started to pray deep within me as I keep abreast of the time thag some how to me felt like four hour had past, with actual time being 4:30pm.
Praying for a quick and safe arrival any time now. I merely realized that picked up in speed from the boat, still praying and calling from within me the name of Jesus, at that said second all things changed for the worst. There were a loud clashing explosion sound as the boat quickly tilted on the left side and hands and feet of passengers out on the deck where my family and I sat were scrambling to the right sideof the boat. By this time the words Jesus Jesus was the only thing coming from my mouth as I hold tight to my children Royal and Ronnia and my brothers Kash and Godmel, my mom Mervie held us and was still praying. I shouted to everyone to come up this side thinking that the boat would have regained balance. Unaware of what could have caused the boat to now be sailing on it side, I reach for my phone and tried to contact emergency services. I then grab my mother phone and called my father of children Ronald, letting him know of such disaster at sea, when he heard the terrifying cried of persons, he quickly made contact to higher ranks and emergency services who called me within second. I was told the coastguard has been send out along with other vessels. The tension of fright filled the air along with the smell of gas or oil, I couldn't tell the difference because of the level of confusion and panic that distort my sense of judgement. Other persons on the lower deck quickly fled to higher cabin in the boat. The news of some thing with explosive fluid had turned over and smash vechiles and maybe someone was trapped escalated like wild fire. Minutes after it was confirmed that no one is hurt, but we had oil leakage from the overturned tank.
Approximately 25 minutes after, person aboard was saying there are two coastguard vessels circling around us but our captain cannot stop the boat because it's best to keep sailing at the same paste he's at. Another 25 minutes later we could now see the island of Canouan as we got closer and villager of the island gathered the shore upon hearding the news, waiting for their love ones.
The panicking and distressed atmosphere on the boat was now one of relieved yet still distressed waiting for the boat to deck at the wharf and the quickly embarking from the boat which was deemed as a site of danger. Upon embarking the boat I saw a huge oil tank resting neatly upon a so called vechile and half of what appeared to be a white SUV jeep. My phone captured this terrifying image. We rush out of there only with the bags we had on hand, with rapid evacuation, persons were forced and told to leave all luggage behind and quick get off so the emergency team can drag the boat safely out the reach of the wharg over to an abandon wharf.
Our father was there waiting with praying heart to see his family, my children was happy to see their papa. Everyone was hugging their love ones with tears in eyes or a relief smile on their faces. I shouted thank you Jesus as my feet touch land for the first time from 3 hours and 10 minutes of terror. Grateful to be alive with my entire family was truly a blessings and a prayer answered. As I turned and looked at what appeared to be a dream or a nightmare was actual tragedy of reality, to forever be remembered as Christmas Terror.
#ATrueLifeStory
