Stranded on a deserted island

shipwreck

There I was, inside on an ordinary day when it came. The hurricane was a hungry shark, and we were fish, helplessly waiting to be devoured. Water shot everywhere, and I

was swept overboard into the ocean. Gasping, I broke through the surface of the water. I scanned for any piece of rubble, or debris to use as support I spotted a door

floating in the wreckage. I grabbed the side and hoisted myself on. At the sight of my raft, a boy, who I later found out was named Eric, desperately swam toward me.

After landing on our raft/door, he rested.