Lost At Sea - by Jacqueline M.

     Waves crashing; My lunges filling up with water. I’m not making it out of this! Not many people experience their lives flashing before their eyes. I did. I was dumped from ship like shark bate. Alive; But barely breathing. I find myself on what it looks to be an island it feels like I’ve been beaten up. My eyes burning like if I’ve been sprayed with pepper spray. Running around like a headless chicken trying to find shade before I faint. Finally, I find were I’m going to rest for a while. Still questioning “why me”? Praying while I lose consciousness, I black out….
     “Are my eyes open”? I asked myself its pitch black dark. Then I look up and I see the moon. As I’m staring at it all these questions pop up “Why did we go to the moon”? “Why can’t we live there if it wore a choice”? “Can anyone really survive up there”? I’m so scared, so lonely. Thinking to myself, thinking about everything, about life, about my family, thinking “Am I going to make it, how is anyone going to find me here”?
Morning comes. It’s so bright, so hot. But this is a good thing; maybe I can make some kind of rescue sign, or even some kind of signal. So I’m off to explore this island. Maybe there’s life maybe someone can help. As day two was passing I didn’t find any resources. These noises in my stomach, this pain I couldn’t bare it. So I thought “Good thing I went on that survival camp with my brother last year”! So I did what anyone would do I tried hunting fish. This took me a while I’m guessing about 4 hours to catch 5 fish. It’s dark so I have no other choice then to eat in the dark.
     Day 3: Sun barely rising; I’m off once again. Yes, I’ve found some big brunches/sticks. It looks like someone has gathered these. I think “God has been listening”. With a smile on my face I start to write with the branches “HELP!” And I wait and wait. Finally I hear a plane! I start yelling and screaming! “He didn’t stop”! I lost hope and told myself “It’s over, there’s no hope; Just give up”. So there I was lying down was it got darker and darker. Big winds wake me and there’s a noise; a noise sounding like, like a “plane”! And then I see multiple men running towards me. They pick me up and rush me to the plane; I can feel the wind blowing I’m so weak I can’t bare to keep myself up. As were lifting one of the guys hands me water; I drink it like I’ve haven’t drank water in months! I can’t stop telling them “thank you, thank you guys so much”! As were high up in the air I look down and just think “I’m going home, thank you god”!