Desert Island

One day my shipmates, Jack, Boris and myself were an a small boat going fishing in the Indian Ocean. When our fishing rod was moving I grabbed the rod and looked down in the water. I saw a giant great white shark swimming up. That's when a big wave struck the boat with us in it. It flipped and bashed, we all passed out. After hours we all woke up on an island in the middle of nowhere.

My shipmates and I all cried for help, hoping someone was on the island. The only thing we heard were the waves and the birds flipping out of the jungle trees. We decided to split up and find a good cave to set up camp in. After several hours of climbing, stumbling and walking we found a decent cave. We got the planks from the boat then we cooked some fungus that was growing on the cave walls. Boris had got some long sticks to make into makeshift spears to hunt some wild boars.

Suddenly, we heard a loud growl, we peeked nervously outside and we came face to face with a tiger, we managed to scare it with our spears. Seconds later we heard music and people laughing and shouting. The three of us sprinted as fast as we could to the beach, we used a small pistol that was luckily in Jack's pocket, he shot the 1991 caliber pistol into the air. We thought the ship didn't hear us, after we were about to start sobbing we saw the ship turning to our direction.

We ended up getting saved by our own captain and other shipmates that came looking for the treasure that we didn't know about.