Creative Writing: Ocean Island

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It had been twenty days straight…twenty days this cargo ship braced the ocean. We were now near the horn of Africa and we had all been fatigued of the tiresome journey.

On day 21 the dark clouds threateningly hovered above our heads. A big storm seemed imminent. Rain started coming down and by evening it was pouring down heavily. We realized we were caught in the middle of a massive storm. Strong winds made it impossible to move around. The ship was rocking vigorously as the waves crashed into the ship.

‘Boom!’ - we heard an explosion in the ship. After a few minutes the captain announced “There has been an explosion in the engine room which led to engine failure.” There was a bizarre silence in the room. “Everyone get to the lifeboats in …show more content…

Gaining consciousness I stabilized myself only to find out I was in some sort of an island. My mind felt disorientated. My stomach rumbled. My mouth was dry and my feet were soggy. When my brain came to work, it realized I was stranded in an island which seemed isolated. That made me feel lonely, anxious and scared. I started to explore the island to find any kind of human civilization. Questions were flashing by my brain as my feet continued to explore the Island. Where is this place? Are there any other survivors? Does anyone know I am here? My brain inquired itself further whilst my eyes observed and analyzed every corner of the …show more content…

My sore feet forcefully moved on, demanding food. A few more steps then I saw... a fallen coconut! This made me start feeling energetic again; I took the coconut back to the shore. After I reached, An idea came to me, I needed something to slice a hole in the coconut. I examined my pockets and guess what I found? A Swiss pocket knife. I stabbed my knife right through the chest of the coconut making a hole wide enough to gulp all the water down my parched throat. The second the water touched my lips my body felt refreshed. The sweet coconut tasted like heaven. I felt internal relief. After drinking the water I smashed the coconut on the ground to scrape the

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