island

I slowly opened my eyes to a beautiful paradise. I thought I was in Jamaica, I looked around and saw no one. Then I remembered the ship had sunk and this is where I ended up. I looked around the island and to my surprise I found my backpack floating ashore.1

I started to unload the pack to dry everything out. It contained a beach towel, packed lunch (ham and cheese sandwich, a pudding pack, and chocolate milk). Also in the pack was a pocketknife, a mirror, my favorite CD, a day planner, pink flip-flops, and a pair of sneakers.2

I knew I had to make shelter for myself before dark, so using the CD I dug a small circle in the sand along the beach. Then I cut so small trees with the pocketknife and placed then around the circle. I tied them in place with the laces from my shoes. Then I laid some large leaves across the top of the branches. After that I rested the beach towel inside the circle. The last thing I did before I went to sleep was I built a fire using the paper from my planner and the lighter.3

The next day I woke up and scarfed down my lunch. I decide to take a swim, so going out into the ocean I trip and cut my leg. I knew I had to stop the bleeding, when I got back to camp a franticly look for something the stop the bleeding, I decided to use the flip-flops. I tour off the strap and placed it on the wound. I used the rested of my shoelaces to tie it in place.4

About a month later and I was just getting used to the island when a plane went by so I grabbed my mirror and shined it up at the plane. A week later I was in my room writing this in my diary.5