“Help!!!” I scream at the top of my lungs, as my leg is being sawed off carelessly by cannibals, as I watch blood gush out my leg. Hopefully Jack doesn't perish as I do, I thought.i
As I gaze out onto the horizon and I could see multiple dolphins jumping through the water at a rapid pace. Sunlight reflected off of the deep blue Pacific Ocean. The sun is shining like a beacon, light in all directions.
My name is Lucky Oakwood, and I'm headed to the Cayman Islands with my partner Jack Jan. Jack overheard some old hag by the name of sparrow, talking about gold and riches in the islands.
I doubted that we'd find any gold, but to make him happy, I exclaimed,"Yea! We will definitely find some gold!" That made his mouth grin so wide that you could see the little bits of food stuck in his yellow teeth. Jack quickly bought a dinghy and we’re off. Jack and I have been partners since I met him at a pub. We both were looking for someone to adventure with and become incredibly rich.
I grew up in a fishing family. My dad took me out on his boat everyday since I was 6. I remember holding that rough wooden pole in my hands and watching the white and red bobber sink under the surface, I was very fond of fishing.
"Jake! There's a huge storm ahead!" I exclaimed with fear. "There's no going back now," he said. So we loosened the sail, and started to row.
Waves crashed and rain poured as I yelled to Jack, “Let's make for that island over there!” I saw his mouth move but I couldn't hear anything over the crashing waves. I took that as a yes. I quickly gathered up all my important possessions into a bag, without falling of the boat, and slung it over my shoulder. The storm was a monster, ferocious and formidable. She roared above our heads with all the ferocity of an enraged lion.
Our little dinghy was thrown around in the storm. It was helpless against the great storm. The sea cackled with glee as it threw us harshly against the jagged rocks of the island.After I got hurled into the rocks, I could see Jack looking decent. He had a few splinters and cuts like me but nothing major. My backpack was still slung over my shoulder, but a huge cut in it left most of its contents falling out. What was left was one bottle of water, a knife and a candy bar.
We came to a consensus that we should rest in the towering trees. We started cutting our way through the dense, suffocating undergrowth, fighting through the very air, which hung heavy, moist and still. Trees tall as cathedrals surrounded us, and the moon shimmered through the vast canopy of leaves. The forest seemed to have an intelligence of it's own. It's voice was the sudden screech of a parrot, the flicker of a monkey swinging through the branches overhead. It knew we were here.
So far we have been lucky. We were been attacked, of course, by leeches and mosquitoes and stinging ants. But the snakes and scorpions had left us alone. The rivers we had crossed had been free of piranhas. We had been allowed to survive. We didn’t know what or who was on this island. As I gazed up into the moonlit sky and saw a flash of light zooming through the night, I prayed that we were going to be okay.
I woke up early next morning and saw Jack still in a deep slumber, so I ventured out. The air smelled of freshly watered soil and worms. The smell after it rains. The island looked like a normal island to me. I then climbed a tree to look around and I saw the one sign of hope. Smoke. That must mean that I’m not the only one here, I thought. I quickly ran towards the smoke like it was a safe haven. It turned out not to be.