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Last spring, my family and I spent our vacation at our seaside cottage. One sunny afternoon, we went out sailing — the conditions were ideal, and everything seemed perfect. Suddenly, without any warning, a thunderous crash broke the calm.

Our boat had struck an underwater rock, and water started rushing in fast. The vessel began to sink. My mother froze in panic, her face turning pale, while my father yelled, “Robbie, get the lifejackets!” My brother dashed below deck and quickly brought them up. My dad tried to radio for help, but no one responded — that’s when we truly understood how serious the situation was.

Within minutes, the water had risen to our knees. We looked around, but there wasn’t another boat in sight, and our radio was malfunctioning. It began to feel hopeless. Then, out of nowhere, a boat appeared on the horizon. What we didn’t know at the time was that our emergency call had actually been received, and the coastguard was already en route.

Once we were safely brought ashore, the sense of relief was overwhelming. Standing on solid ground again, we all realized how fortunate we were to have made it out unharmed.

A Holiday We’ll Never Forget

Last spring, my family and I decided to spend our holidays at our summer house near the coast. It had become something of a tradition — peaceful mornings, fresh sea air, and long afternoons on the water. One warm and clear afternoon, we set off on a sailing trip, excited to enjoy the perfect weather. The sea was calm, the sky cloudless, and we were all in high spirits.

About an hour into our journey, just as we were laughing and taking photos, a sudden, loud crash shattered the silence. The entire boat shook violently. For a moment, we were too stunned to react. Then reality hit us — we had collided with a hidden rock beneath the surface, and water was already pouring into the lower part of the boat.

My mother gasped and grabbed the side of the boat for support, her face turning completely white. My father, remaining calm but clearly alarmed, shouted, «Robbie, grab the lifejackets! Quickly!» My younger brother didn’t hesitate — he rushed into the cabin and came back with all the jackets, tossing them to each of us.

My dad picked up the radio and sent out a distress call. We all held our breath, waiting for a response — but nothing. Just silence. He tried again. Still no reply. That was the moment when fear began to truly settle in. We realised we might be stranded with no way to call for help.

As the minutes passed, the water kept rising — slowly but surely. First our feet were wet, then our legs. It soon reached our knees. The radio seemed to have stopped working altogether, and we couldn’t see any other boats nearby. I remember looking around and feeling completely helpless. My mother was quietly crying now, clutching my brother’s hand. My father tried to stay strong, but I could see the worry in his eyes.