Getting Worse
Things were getting worse and worse for the boys. They had to sleep sitting up due to the muddy puddle forming on the bottom of the boat. They were getting burned up by the sun. They were dehydrated and starving. Things were not looking good. They were able to get lucky with very little food: on four different occasions, a wave washed a fish onto the boat, they were able to catch a bird that landed on the boat, and they ate barnacles from beneath the hull. Of course, it wasn’t enough.