I am dying, so is the boy. God created me to live not to suffer but he is not only making me suffer but he is making the boy suffer. God if you can hear me, this boy has risked his life to feed and shelter me and has nothing to lose nor do I.
You sent down your son so he could suffer why?
Please God, Jesus, Krishna or Allah, please help us. We should have never been here. Oh no a storm now what will the boy do. I’m heading under the canvas until the storm is finished.
“Richard Parker look it’s beautiful” Pi was shouting at me. He opened the canvas and I was being tossed and turned in all directions. I hate the water it’s in my blood. We just don’t like water. Pi manged to close the canvas after he saw the suffering he put me through and we tried to survive under the canvas and wear out the storm.
React!