Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into days, I have no idea how long I have been in this water for. So many things are running through my head, but the main one is to not let go of this wrist.My hand is cramping and my muscles are sore. I have to gain the strength to hold on. I turn my head and take a glimpse of the small childish face. It is not clear but I have a feeling it is Ming.As the large waves crash upon the rocks, I use all my power to pull us onto the nearby log drifting through the water. Then in that moment, I see my sister's face, she has a small wound on her forehead. Dragging Ming behind me we climb onto the driftwood. We are slowly floating down the river. All I see are constant white caps, when is this ever going to end. I am so tired …show more content…
The wood has been lodged between 2 large rocks.Not far down the stream, I spot a small piece of land. We must get to this island as our lives depend on it.Even Though the last thing on my mind is to go back into the cold rushing water we have to go downstream. I dislodge the piece of wood and we pick up speed very fast. We approach our destination. I push Ming onto the island. Then a force from the other side pulls her to safety. It is an old weathered fisherman. He wraps us in a small ruff towel but it is better than nothing. With a small first aid kit, the man bandages Ming, as she baths in the sun warming her pale shriveled body. We tell him what has happened to us and our situation. then he tells us how he found another survivor in the same condition. It kinda fits the description of my father. Tears begin to fill my eyes as I am afraid to ask the looming question is he alive. He immediately knows what I was thinking. Pulling my hair out of my face he tells Ming and I that he is alive but in some pain. I let out a deep breath that I was holding in ever since this accident. I spot a my dad. He is having a nap on the dirt surface. From what it looks like
that had been taken to the island had gone. This left the path open to
Then, Timothy sees an island. Phillip is so excited that he falls off the raft and into shark-infested water. Timothy jumps into the water after Phillip and saves him. Then Timothy gets a good look at the island.
Water rushing, pushing, and pulling our raft down the river. The crystal clear liquid leaves nothing to the imagination as I eagerly peer over the edge of the boat, frantically searching the round stones for the mysterious Giant Salamander said to be native to these waters.
Their little argument reminded me of my brother being somewhere in front of my boat so I looked around trying to find him, but I only saw white water and a blue boat without a person inside steering it off to its next adventure. After a few seconds of trying to get a better look at who was in the boat I gave up and decided to enjoy the bright green trees surrounding me in the raging sloshing river. All around me was peace and nothing was better than that feeling of having no worries other than relaxing on a soft inflatable boat that was rocking to the waves around me. A flock of small birds were flying overhead and chirping to each other and distracted me from what was upcoming in the river. As I was looking up at the beautiful area around me, I got pulled back to reality when I went over the first drop and almost fell into the cold water. Thinking that I was about to die I grabbed the boat with all my strength trying to stay in it without touching the water below me. After I was over the shock, I was shaking and making sure that I was still in one piece, confirming that I was in one piece I began to paddle forward attempting to catch up back to the group. I was paddling as quickly as I could with all my might trying not to get left behind and have to wander around trying to find the guides. Somehow me trying to push myself forward only ended up
At this point, I was determined to go back down, this had been the worst moment in my life. Somehow, all my friends had persuaded me to pursue and continued to go ahead of me. Once I had finally reached the top, the crater ,which I had thought to be beautiful, struck to be inundated land with tall grass. Disappointed and finding no point of this trip, I headed back down. The steep hills before me caused me to fall numerous times, and eventually a trip on a rock caused me to twist my ankle. I was in excruciating pain and was desperate to go home. However, home was far away. The volcano was on an island, and this island's only means of transportation was by boat. Steadily coming down the steep volcano, darkness started to come upon me. Looking in front of me, there were still two more hours to go. The only accompany I had were the sounds of insects, birds and my friends and guide that were barely able to be seen. Darkness filled my eyes with tears desperate for home. Finally reaching the base camp, I collapsed. My shoes were ready to be thrown into the garbage. Filled with mud and rips, it was impossible to wear again. Finally
...light arose, my eyes began to squint shut trying to block the sunlight drifting in. I failed and immediately woke up opening my red watery burning eyes. David ran through the rough edged sedimentary grey rocks and through the bright green leaves of the trees with an idea. “To get rescued we should make a large SOS sign with rocks so that the planes flying from above can see it” he said. I thought the idea was incredible, so we all came together placing rock after rock deeply in the wet sparkly sludge like sand. After a long hardworking 12 hours we were finally finished. As we waited anxiously day after day for rescue we finally received it. Fifteen days later a enormous smooth plane landed on the island. As the plane slowly lifted off the almond colored ground making a turbo noise, I felt that we all learned in any situation that we need to stick together to survive.
The ship broke in half like a twig. The back end of the boat was then crushed by ten-foot waves; my men were gone, separated from me and never to be seen again. After being tossed overboard, I swam my way to a shore nearby where I then slept on the beach until the morning. When I awoke, I found that I had swam to a small island. There were dead trees along the shore with branches
He gave his life jacket to her and helped the little girl on with the jacket. Then, they heard a loudspeaker coming from helicopter outside. The rescue party was standing by for a chance to help outside the ferry. The ferry was very steep.
...towards the bushes, and I prayed that neither of us would trip and fall to be killed by the rats, like our unfortunate friend Gleo. We tore through the bushes, and made a beeline to the boat, hastily climbing in and rowing as fast as possible. The rats easily jumped in the water, swimming swiftly, expertly dodging the objects Itchoua was tossing at them. When we reached shore, we ran through the heavy wood as far as we could, not even looking to see if the rats were still following us, twisting and turning until we were certain we had lost them. We later found civilization, where the people welcomed us and gave us food, drink, and clothing. We lived the rest of our lives on land, never even visiting the beach.
“Although the walk was long, and I had no one to talk to.” “I enjoyed it,” Titus said as he adjusted himself in his chair trying to look taller, he continued. “I plan to return to you village and visit with the people, both here and the nearby farms.”
Now we had started our journey discussing drifting. If you don’t remember, lets get back there. You are in a boat. That boat is on a river somewhere.
I awoke, there was a crash on the upper deck. I heard a thunderous crackling from my head above. I ran up the stairs and what I saw devastated me. The small wooden boat was completely coated in billowy flames."Help, help, somebody please!"I slowly moved towards the sound being careful to dodge flames as much as possible.
The island had some tree,little food few stones make tools so when the come time I can fix or make anything if necessary. You know when I first got there I felt all alone with miles of oceans on a island. I should feel sorry for myself and try think of a way to get off this island. At dawn I started on the shelter it a few hours
As I approach the island on which my dream house awaits, I catch a quick