The day wasn’t like any other, I would be voyaging in a canoe like our great

ancestors used to. Voyaging the seas using nothing but the stars to guide us to the Tahitan
islands. As our canoe cast off of the shore I was thrilled, a thirty day voyage lay in front of
us. The sun shining as a slight breeze passed through our hair as we rowed. The sun striking
our skin as we paddled forward. The cool sea water below us raced by as we pushed
forward, lightly spraying our faces sending the smell of the salty sea throughout the air. As
paddles braced the water swiftly I couldn't help but be excited. But soon that excitement
would turn into worry. The sun's warm rays had passed and the once gorgeous lapiz blue
sea now like a dark blanket covering a mystery just beneath it. A few miles out from what I
believe would be molokai our boat had a leak, the heavy supplies for a months journey
straining the boat is probably what ultimately done it. What had ultimately put us in this
desperate situation. All 31 of us were in open water on a flipped canoe that would
eventually drift away, lessening our chance of survival or worst of all, sinking, casting
almost any hope of survival we were clinging to. Casting away all hope of seeing our ohana
again.
I decided that in order to save the crew I should voyage out in search for land and
help. I'd venture against the vengeful waves and the raging wind in order to save the lives
of my crewmates. I grabbed my surfboard and faced the sea, and I knew a life jacket
would only hinder my ability to paddle and in order to save my crewmates I’d venture on
without one, I have never lost a life in all my years as a lifeguard, now's not the time to
break that. I will save their lives.