The Islander - By Ethan

THE ISLANDER

As the waves crash on the shores of the deserted island, I wonder who lives there. Me. I am stuck on a deserted island. A cruise ship had sunk after crashing into the island. Everyone had escaped. Except me. I had over a million cans of tuna and a fishing rod. Every day the sun was beating down on my little island making the sand burn my feet. Sweat beads the size of footballs would roll down my forehead and plop on the sand.

Every day ships pass my island and never see me. SOS signals never worked either. I am sick of this. I have to escape. I scavenge scraps of the sunken ship and use them to make a boat-looking thing. I hope it floats. I push my ‘thing’ into the water and jump in. I row out to the darkest part of the ocean and look over the edge.

5 mins later I have reached the darkest ocean parts. Fish circle the boat as I paddle my way forwards. Suddenly the fish stop and look around. One fish who appears to be the boss signals to the rest and they all disperse. Huh? That’s odd. Suddenly a dark shadow 3 times larger than the boat rose out of the water. SHARK. Oh, dear. The shark chomps down on the front of the boat and rips it off. All my days of opening cans have given me incredible strength. I wrestle the shark and lob it back into the water. I paddle as fast as a cheetah only to discover that my boat sank. Now how do I get home?