The Crash!

I threw my eyes open, I was soaked laying on an island in the middle of the ocean. Then I remembered my wife my 3 sons, the anniversary, the plane....

The flight was going fine, my wife and 3 sons were in the middle row and I was on the outside edge of the seats. We were flying along when we suddenly hit a large patch of turbulence. The plane started to shake, the air attendances ran out yelling for everyone to get their seat belts on because we were flying into the head of a storm. Me and my wife were desperately trying to stop 2 of my 3 sons from crying and we were also trying to calm them down... Then suddenly, the plane got hit by a spark of lightning and the plane started shaking vigorously up and down. That's when the oxygen masks dropped down from the roof and the air attendances told us to put the masks on and that the plane is going down.

With a large thud and a bang, we hit the icy cold waters of the sea. I struggled up to the surface of the water with the large waves throwing me about like a toddler with a doll. All the luggage and plane remains. The last thing I remember is seeing my wife crying, yelling for the kids and struggling in the icy cold waters. After that I passed out by being hit by a luggage container...

I landed on an island... there were coconut trees, a large mountain, that was the highest peak on the island. There were plenty of animals and creature that inhabited the island. There were large bright lime green iguanas, bright colourful parrots, and a vibrant dark blue and light green coloured peacock with a large outgoing feathery tail and a hawk looking creature that roams the skies.

I looked around for any sign of civilization. I looked up and down the sandy beach, there was a body lying on the sea front. I ran over as fast as I could to see if they were living... when I got to the body I knelt next to it, I started shaking with fear. Tears started to stream down the side of my face as I looked at the body, it was one of my 3 boys. All I could think was why did this happen? Why did the plane crash? I picked up my son and walked over to the tree line and started to dig a hole... I wanted to give him a proper burial. After digging the hole, I carefully placed my son down and started filling it back in. I found an old fishing line and used the rope to make a cross out of two sticks I found lying around and planted them down into the ground...

I thought to myself that if I am the only one alive on this stranded island I would have to start surviving. I started looking around the island looking for food and fresh water... I found some coconuts laying at a bottom of a tree, I picked them up and started trying to break them open with a rock that had been washed up into shore. I hit it once then a Second time, a third time and a final fourth time before I got a crack emerged from the shell. I kept hitting it until I got a large enough hole to take some of the coconut water... I continued looking for food, I saw a slaughter of iguanas laying in the sun on the rocky shores. I decided if I wanted to survive this I would have to kill innocent animals. I found a sharp hard rock and snuck up behind one of the iguana and started hitting it, all the other iguanas scattered. I just lost it whilst hitting in. I stated crying I felt like I have lost everything my family, my kids, my home. I thought I would never get off the island. After having a mental breakdown, I picked up the rest of the iguana that I didn't mush with the rock and decided to make a fire to cook it's lifeless body.

I walked a bit into the tree line and into the hard-marshy lands. I started to collect sticks and other flammable materials'. I decided that I would create the fire at the top of the sand just next to the dirt. I started trying to rub two pieces of wood together. After about ten minutes of rubbing the wood together, some smoke started to release from them, I started blowing on it to keep the heat. I added some dry leaves that I found lying around, the fire finally lit up.

I decided to go and look at the grave again. I walked down the shore until I reached the burial site

. "Hey son... I'm sorry this happened, I feel like it's my fault everyone died. I feel like it's my fault because I was the one who suggested to go on the trip... IT'S MY FAULT!" I insisted with a tear running down my face.

I walked back to the fire where the iguana meat had been cooking... I picked it up and started to eat it. I was starving I hadn't eaten since before the plane ride. It tasted so good, it tasted like one of the best foods I had ever had.

Night was falling and I had to made shelter. I gathered some palm tree leaves and lay them down on sand. Layer after layer I piled them. By the time, I was just about finished, night had fallen and I was tired, fed up and just wanted to see my wife and kids again, but I knew that wouldn't happen. I lay down under my shelter and closed my eyes...