A Bad Experience - Fiction

A Bad Experience - Fiction

Earlier this year I told my children, Jack and Jill who are 13 and 14

years of age about a bad experience that happened to me when I was 18,

and how survival is very important.

My mates and I decided to go on holiday together for the first time

without our parents. We booked a cruise ship to the Caribbean.

When we boarded the ship we found there was plenty to do lots of

activities during the day and night. The bars where open all night so

unfortunately I drunk far too much. I could not get use to the motion

of the ship, so early hours in the morning I liked to walk around the

deck and look out at the complete darkness except for the occasional

passing vessel on the horizon to help me sleep.

One night while I was out walking alone it started raining which

caused me to slip and bang my head. When I awoke, I felt dazed, cold

and frightened, to find myself in the middle of the ocean. As my head

cleared and I managed to clam down, I could make out the lights of the

ship slowly disappearing out of sight over the horizon, had I been

drunk, I could not remember.

I swam with the current in the hope it would bring me to

land. I knew my luck was changing because, by a lucky chance, I

managed to grasp a trunk of a coconut palm, which like me was drifting

in the current. Could this be a sign that land was nearby?

Finally, after drifting in and out of sleep, I found myself washed up

on a beach. It was a wide and long golden beach with coconut trees and

palm trees outlining the shore. I stood there thinking for ages,

wondering if anyone knew where I was and if they did, why was no one

here looking for me. I decided to walk along the coastline, as I

walked I felt the hot sun burning my skin.

I knew I had to find some shade being fair skinned.