My mom carried a bottle of poison with her in case we were discovered. We would drink if something were to happen.
Somewhere off the Malasian coast 1982
Pirates came many times but were bluffed by the bravado of the men on her boat.
Also the engine died for six hours once. That scared everyone on the boat. We thought it would never start back up again.
Once the engine decided to start back up again we kept on floating. Eventually we came upon an oil rig near the Malaysian coast.
One of the men on the oil rig threw me an apple. That act of kindness impacted my life greatly. It also game me something to eat. I was starving. One of the men on our ship fell off though, and before we could save him he was gobbled up by a shark.
After that incient and a couple more pirate encounters we finnaly made it to Australia. The boat docked on the the shore and we all lept off the boat. We had been on that tiny little boat for 3 weeks. We were tired and needed decent sleep and food.