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Jamaica here we come --:
The Island
Next thing we knew was we were gliding along the surface of the water. The
plane took a swing to the left, then to the right. The plane crashed into the Atlantic
Ocean. Water went by the windows. After, what seemed like an eternity the plane came to a stop. I
looked around the aircraft. We had survived the impact. There was no sign of the crew. Mum
had received a slight cut to her forehead on impact but the rest of us escaped without a
scratch. "I want to go home," she kept saying. "Later, dear, later" my
father kept reassuring her.
Then I
noticed that water was slowly creeping up the main aisle inside of the plane. I looked
around for an emergency exit. I tried to move the handle but it was stuck. "Where is
Superman, when you want him" I thought to myself. Dad kicked out a window in
desperation and helped us out of the plane, one by one. Mom wasn't leaving without her
make up bag. This time Dad just didn't listen, he just threw her over his shoulder and
headed for the life raft. Luckily I had spotted a life raft at the rear of the plane and
managed to get it inflated. We swam to the safety of this flimsy craft."This is a
fine start to our holidays" my mother muttered, yet again. Nobody was listening this
time to her constant moans. The crew in their efforts to land us safely had not survived
the crash. We were on our own, in a life raft somewhere in the Atlantic, with no way of
contacting the outside world, no food or protection from the weather. After many hours,
darkness began to fall and we all began to feel cold and hungry.
We sat
there in silence wondering what would happen to us. My tummy began to rumble. Susie said
very little, she just clutched on to her doll. A hundred and one questions raced through
my mind. Would we be rescued? What about food shelter storms, and yes, sharks? Dad, our
cool clear hero kept reassuring us that we would come out of this safely. Mom, kept
complaining about something or other. Susie remained very quiet. I needed to remain calm
and confident. What would the next few hours bring .Next thing I knew
was I fell asleep
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