100WC #19

I awoke, gasping for air. Memories faded of the boat ride, we went too fast. Looking around, I see the boat, and all of our things. Where is everyone else? Trying to move my limbs, they feel like stone. The sand is cold, scratching my skin, blood from my cuts tints it I red. In hope, I try crawling to the boat. Luckily, under a lifejacket there is a box of matches, only four left. Striking the match, nothing. They must be wet. I'm at my last match, As the flame flickered and then went out, I lost all hope. Suddenly I hear the sound of an helicopter.