Island Bound
Madison Lane Briggs
Oh my gosh! The plane is shaking, we are going down! I'm sure everyone is thinking about their families right now. I'm thinking about my family right now, how will my mother live without me? The plane is shaking even more! The backend just fell into the ocean! We are going down onto the beach! The plane strikes the beach and hits so hard I hit my head against the seat in front of me. I am bleeding from my forehead and I have a few scratches but they are not very deep. I get up and go out to the beach and see who else is out there, but there's only a few couples. I waited to see if anyone needs help getting on to the beach and if they do then I help them. There are a few of us that try to get everyone off quickly. Next thing I know a
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piece of the plane blows up over to the side. We hurry up and get all the people that are alive off the plane. The plane blew up an hour later into a big explosion. ---- 2 hours ---- Now I am on the search for something to eat, because we haven't eaten since this morning. Ooohhh....there is a coconut tree, why don’t I just take a couple of those? In the back of the plane there was a knife I found and thought to myself I can use this so to kill a bear or something for meat. I saw some bush tucker weed (an edible weed) I grabbed some of it. I found some grubs under the dirt path, I decided might as well eat some grubs its better than nothing to eat. I found some Balmain bugs in a little stream connected to the ocean, I took a handful and put them in my backpack full of food. I headed back to where everybody else was and I showed them what I found for food and they were astonished. I cooked a meal for the few people that survived. There is a really nice looking guy and his name is Alex, he has a ripped body and tan with blue eyes, he is from Hawaii but was born in England so he has the British accent. I met him when I was walking along the beach with this girl named Taylor, she has dark brown hair with blonde highlights and tan, she was born in New York and has lived there her whole life. There is a guy named David but I don’t have a single clue who he is or where he is from, he has dark black hair and he is white, but he is one of the survivors. I met him when the survivors got together to see who all survived. The girl that sat 3 rows in front of us on the plane is Brooke she is from Nebraska, she has an accent like a native, she has really tan skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. I met Brooke when I was helping people escort people off the plane. ---- Day 2 ---- That morning the people and I went to go look for shelter for the night. Alex requested "What about this dark cave area over here?" I was like hmmmmm....... maybe that will do for the night. We had to also go look for some more food for meals to prepare for everyone. I informed them "I will go". Taylor came with me just so I would not be alone. We got back and cooked the food and made a fire. It was enjoyable! We all snuggled into this cave and kept warm till the next morning. Now we are on the search for a area where we can live permanently. "Maybe we can build a shelter?" Mentioned David. I grouped the people into three groups to go look for shelter supplies. I came back and there was plentiful supplies to build our shelter for us. "Great job" I told the crew. Now the crew started building the framing for the shelter, they didn’t get very far before it got dark but decent. We went back to the cave for the night. For the next couple days it was really dry and hot so we thought that we should finish building the shelter, then we can go on an adventure. When we finished the shelter it was a good looking shelter for some stranded people to stay at for the time being. ---- Day 5 ---- I am so excited to go on an adventure today! I told the crew "just have fun, we have all the time in the world right now." For our meals whatever we found we ate, some suspicious things. If you find something freaking awesome tell us, everyone can see. I found some area with a waterfall that goes into a river! Brooke expressed "I'm jumping in, if you want to jump in you can!" Alex announced "I jumped in and it was so refreshing and relaxing." We put our clothes back on after and kept going on our adventure. We got back to going on our adventure and we met an Islander named Jamison, that had been there for 10 years. He took us to his shelter and he had an amazing house built. He had been working on it for years he told us. Jamison requested "How did you get to this island?" I told him "Our plane hit turbulence and it just went down from there. We are the only people surviving today." Jamison mentioned "The island is very interesting to adventure." I announced to Jamison "Really!
That’s what we are kinda doing today."
We got back adventuring and we found a dog. The dog didn’t have a collar or anything, he wasn’t dirty either. This dog we took him along with us and he loved that he had seen people. When we started to head back to the house, he came with and we fed him. That night while everyone was asleep, I looked to see if the dog was still here and he had left. I went back to bed and didn’t tell anyone that the dog was gone.
---- Day 7----
We have been here for a week now and there has been things I have never eaten before or seen before. I like the weather and adventuring, especially going to the top of the island rocks. My scratches and bruises are almost gone. I am sunburnt though but that’s okay because, we are practically on vacation but, with people we don’t know and we're stranded on an island. I don’t think we are going to get rescued anytime soon because Jamison we met has been here for 10 years and has seen nobody. We started to brainstorm what we could do on this island.
Alex mentioned "Why don’t we go take a walk around the whole island on the beach?"
I announced "Alex that’s a great idea!"
Brooke screamed
''RUN!'' We asked "Why?'' Brooke yelled ''Just run!'' We went into the forest and hid. Now we are on another adventure and hoping we can get back to the shelter this way. We ended up back at the waterfall area and jumped in again, but this time of the big rock and....... David jumped but never came back up and...... *****He died.***** ---- Day 8 ---- Back at the shelter and we now have to figure things out because, David is gone and he was our hunter. Alex now either has to hunt or I will have to hunt for food because Taylor and Brooke are not hunters. Alex exclaimed to us , "I will hunt for us." He headed out to go look for something and he ran into some wild boars and he tried and tried to kill them if he didn’t get the boar on the first try he followed the boar. He shot the boar by the end of the night. We had dinner for the night and more. Taylor and I fixed a fire so we could cook the boar and eat. We also still had bush tucker weed from the other day adventuring. I found some weird looking berries right out in the forest and I wondered if they are safe to eat? "We can survive without David" I voiced. ---- Day 14 ---- Well its been a while now since the plane crashed and David died. We are still living life but we aren't thinking about it as much as we did when we first got stranded here. We have found a collection of things to use for food and for shelter and other necessity's. We aren't the only ones on the island either we figured that out on our adventure awhile back. I actually like living here where there is no stress, no worries (really), and we don’t have to keep track of time. I love being at the beach all the time and there is no worries about if something is going to come get you. There is hardly any bugs on this island and I love that because, you don’t need repellant. Alex is the only boy left and then there is Taylor, Brooke and I. I kind of miss my family but other times it like a big ole' vacation from everything. We are hoping that somebody is searching for us, and get rescued soon. We have also made somethings on the beach like a little area for shade if you want shade. If not you can go lay in the airplane seat section and lay out on the beach and tan. All you can hope and do is try not to get burnt bad. ---- Day 23 ---- Its has been along time since we have seen society and talked with others. I definitely miss my family and friends. I'm getting tired of having to find things to do. I'm getting tired of looking for things for survival. It hasn’t even been a month but it feels like years, I want to go back home now! I requested to the others "What do they want to do?'' Alex announced "I like it here and I want to stay here." Brooke expressed "I want to go back home I'm getting sick of this I hate the outdoors now!" Taylor mentioned "It really doesn’t matter to me and I just want to get rescued or something." I informed them ''If one of you died tomorrow, then I would probably die too." ******Taylor died the next morning and we don’t know why or how.****** I notified them I starving myself because, I don’t want to deal with any of this anymore. I only drank water for the next couple days, I got skinnier but haven't died yet, I'm getting weaker. I spoke to Brooke and Alex "I'm probably not going to last a week." ---- Day 25 ---- Its been 25 days on this island and I'm giving up now. Oh my gosh! Look over there in the air!! It’s a plane! Maybe if we go out on the beach they can pick us up? We run out to the beach and wave to come get us. The pilots start to come closer to the beach! The pilots finally land on the beach and ask us "How long have you been here?" I told the pilot "25 days or so" They said "seriously!" Brooke and I cheer "We are rescued!!!!" They said hopped in we can take you back to Georgia, because that’s where we are going. We hopped in and they fed us, brought us back to the U.S. and our family's came and picked us up. My family said "HOLY FRIGHTS YOUR SKINNY!" We need some food in you and you need a shower you smell disgusting! I in the end, made new friends, experienced survival times , starving myself and death at times unexpected.
When I stepped out of the hot, airless plane into the bright, dazzling sunlight beaming down across the burning concreate, I felt excited and nervous. Holding my beach bag in my hand and slipping my Ray Ban sunglasses on with my other, I flip-flopped down the airspace. Overhead I heard the screams of gulls and the chatter of the small fluffy birds. I suddenly realized I had arrived to Hawaii. This trip was such an unforgettable vacation for me because I got to witness the beauty of nature that Hawaii has to offer.
Most people experience dramatic events that demonstrate to them just how fragile life is. Whether these events are acts of gruesome violence, or deaths of a loved ones, the frailty of life is evident. However, for me, this was a different story. As a southern white-boy, my realization came in the most unexpected of places – the Hawaiian Islands. When I learned of a snorkeling trip mid-vacation, I was overcome with anticipation and couldn’t wait to embark on my “Pacific Pilgrimage.” This vacation would prove to be a dramatic turning point in my life.
I wake up to the sun shining through the window and the faint laughter from my family downstairs. It's the first day of our annual trip to Rhode Island. I lie in bed for a few moments and think about one thing. Rhode Island. I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else than here. I glance at the clock and it is only eight in the morning, but everybody is already up, enjoying breakfast, and getting ready to head to the beach. It's not supposed to rain until later in the day, so hopefully we can enjoy our day at the beach before it rains. I eventually make my way out of bed and tiptoe across the frigid wood floors and join my family downstairs. Everybody is up except my brother, Thomas.
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
Over sixty days have passed since I left with the others from my homeland on the Mayflower, sailing along the Atlantic passageway in search of new beginnings. The journey at sea was treacherous, but not deathly, though our morale was quite shaken from the storms. The ship’s main hull was breached, but thankfully the ship remained intact for the rest of the course with just a few temporary repairs. Originally, we were headed to dock in Virginia with the other settlers, but the gales and squalls of the sea have steered our path elsewhere north amidst the land. Just shortly after we landed shore, a team was dispatched to explore where they named the area Plymouth Rock, just west of Cape Cod Bay. And now, the others and I have stepped foot on a sandy beach in this part of the New World, ready to form a fresh start.
My life intersects with Into The Wild because I never had a good relationship with my mom or stepfather Dan who was 21 years older than my mother. So I “escaped” to Columbia much like Chris did from his own reality. Dan would drink every day; you would rarely see him without a drink in his hand. His drink of choice would be either whiskey or beer depending on what he could afford. You could always tell when he was smashed and when he was I was the person he wanted to tear down with his words the most. I remember one night after my grandma just had surgery and she was staying with us my mom asked me to cook. I told her I would. I then went outside to check what I was grilling and I knew Dan was out there intoxicated.
My original island is called the palm tree island. The island is shaped like a palm tree. That’s how it got it’s name. On the Palm Tree island there are a few stores, shops, and restaurants to go to. Every morning I can hear birds chirping like they were singing a song. I can also see many people jogging on the sidewalks before they go to work. The taste of coffee and donuts in the morning is always satisfying. A lot of times I can smell the cool blue salt water all day long. I can feel the soft moisture of the sand on the island. Across this island there is another island, but it’s unknown. Nobody lives on the island. Nobody knows what’s on the island.
At the age of seven, my life changed forever. I was no longer living in my native country; I was now a fragment of the millions of immigrants who come to the United States in search of the American Dream. At the time, my father had recently lost his job and my mother was unemployed, which caused incredible financial stress for my family. My father decided to risk his life crossing the Rio Grande River for our family to have a better life and greater rewards.
It was the last day of school, my friends and I all planned to go to Kings Island the next day. There is a big problem, the thing is I don’t ride rollercoasters and I’m terrified to get on one, I tried to act excited when my buddies kept talking about it but it was just hard because I’d be the boring one not getting on any of the rides. I knew that this trip was going either make me conquer my fears or become more scared of them.
I’m being held in a prison on a Hawaiian island and I am here because I had committed horrible actions yesterday. In the cell there is very minimal light and it is gloomy. My cell mates, who are other foreigners, are very dismal and tired of being in here. Being in this cell feels like an endless hole of nothingness and it is swallowing me up completely to the point of no return. The clothes I am currently wearing are ripped up and very grimy with many dark stains, and I can’t believe this is happening to me.
...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.
I grew up in Hawaii, on the island of Kauai, in the middle of the Pacific. Life was more simple on Kauai, as our choices were limited to family, school and the “aina”, the Hawaiian word for land. To me, “aina” meant respectful hiking in the mountains, swimming, surfing and family outings at the beach. More than anything else, this wonderful episode of my life taught me two very valuable virtues of life, patience and tolerance. The concept of “Island time” runs rampant in Hawaii. Although it is frustrating at times, it teaches you to wait for things, because they happen at their own pace. It helps you to understand that sometimes there is nothing you can do to change it. Most often, “island time” relaxes you and relieves the tension and pressures of daily life. I remember several times when i actually hoped “island time” would happen and remove the stress from the moment. I learned about tolerance, from the concept of “Aloha”. To many tourists “Aloha” means “Hello or Goodbye”, but to Hawaii residents it means so much more. Aloha is a spirit, or a way of life, where people get along regardless of race, religion or culture. As Hawaii is one of the most culturally diverse
When I was nine years old my grandparents adopted a two year puppy named, maximilian. We, of course, called him Max. When we went to the kennel to pick out a new dog Max didn 't seem like an option. He was a scrawny little puppy tucked in the corner of the shelter. Max was a boisterous springer spaniel mix, and when we first got him he was black and white. Overtime his white fur was masked by black spots, similar to age spots, which made him uniquely mine. Max was suppose to my grandfathers new hunting dog when he was newly adopted. However, at the very first gunshot Max bolted and my grandfather spent a three hours looking for Max in the woods. After the hunting incident my grandfather wrote Max off and, he became my dog.
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.
Ever since I can remember I’ve wanted a dog. Never did I think that dogs would end up being by biggest fear. I was just a little kid around 6 years old when it happened. I was walking home from my friend’s house when I saw a stray dog, it was in the middle of the street blocking my way, I decided to walk past it, while I was walking it started growling at me, I hesitated but still kept trying to walk then suddenly it got up and started barking empathically towards me. I was terrified, my first initial reaction being a 6 year old kid was to scare it away, I was ignorant. I picked up a rock and threw it at the dog thinking it’ll get scared and run away. I was wrong. The dog had enough it made a whimpering noise then started barking even louder