It was a trip I'll never forget. Last year, I was backpacking in the Caribbean with my friend Matt. After we had spent a week in Honduras, we decided to go to the island of Utila. As the flight to the island was too expensive, we booked a boat trip on the Caribbean Queen, a cargo boat which carried provisions to the islanders.
The Caribbean Queen was an old and broken-down boat. As we steeped on deck, I wondered if we had made the right decision. There were no other passangers, but it was too late to turn back. As soon as we had climbed on board, the blond captain shouted orders, and we started the trip.
The sun shone brightly as we set out on our trip. However an hour later the sea began to get rough. A storm was approaching and very soon waves were pouring over the deck. Suddenly there was a shout from below. The engine room was flooded! The boat was in trouble and the crew were told to start throwing the provisions overboard. Meanwhile I got panic. I asked for a lifejacket, but I was told that there weren't any. Panic turned to fear and I started to cry. Fortunately, after a few minutes, the pump started to work again. The captain steered us through four hours of stormy weather, until we reached the calm harbour at Utila. Finally as we walked off the Caribbean Queen, I promise that whatever the price, we would travel by plane anywhere.
