There was a voice, a beautiful voice. Eric thought to himself that the angel calling to him was guiding him to Heaven. He heard her get closer and closer. Part of him wanted to panic and the other part was curious as to what she looked like, where she would take him and what she wanted him to do. Was he dead? Dying? Going to die soon? He wasnâ€™t sure but he knew that he didnâ€™t want to die yet. There were so many things he still wanted to accomplish.<br/><br/>Ericâ€™s fingers twitched, his eyes were still closed but he fought the darkness that held his eyes closed. The girls voice was like a calm to the storm he had just survived, or so it felt like he had survived through it. Hi body was sore and it hurt to breathe. Possible ribs bruised and limbs cut with the struggle to stay on the ship before that wave came down.<br/><br/>His face felt very warm; Eric felt waves lapping at his feet and it must have been the sun that was shining down on his face. His eye lids fluttered open, trying to adjust to the bright lights shining down upon him. His vision was blurry from the salty waters but he saw a figure in front of him. â€œAm.. am I dead?â€ Eric asked with a grumbled voice.