Post by account_disabled on Feb 17, 2024 2:53:32 GMT -6
A month had pdonkeyed when the first four men decided to jump. Countless cargo ships had sailed past them, yet no one had come to their rescue . The fuel had run out. The hunger and thirst were overwhelming. Dozens had already died, including the captain. It was supposed to take them a week to travel from Fdonkey Boye, a Senegalese fishing village, to Spain's Canary Islands — a gateway to the European Union where they hoped to find work. But more than a month later, the wooden boat carrying 101 men and teenagers was moving further and further away from its intended destination.
There was no land in sight. However, the four men Europe Mobile Number List believed—or hallucinated—that they could swim to shore. Staying on the “cursed” boat, they thought, was a death sentence. They grabbed empty water containers and wooden planks—anything that would help them float. And then, one by one, they jumped. In the following days, dozens more would do the same before disappearing into the ocean. There were those who chose to stay on the boat and those who had no option without the strength to move. They went out under a deafening wind and an implacable sun. The migrants who remained on the boat watched as their brothers vanished.
Those who died on board were thrown into the ocean until the survivors ran out of power and bodies began to pile up. Finally, on the 36th, a Spanish fishing boat spotted them. It was August 14, and they were 290 kilometers (180 miles) northeast of Cape Verde , the last group of islands in the east-central Atlantic Ocean before the vast nothingness that separates West Africa from the Caribbean. For 38 men and young people, it was salvation. For the other 63, it was too late.