The boat went clash as we collided with huge rocks. The boat was sinking, it was too late, and we had sunk. I was swimming as fast as I could. I managed to grab on to a bit of drift wood. There wasn’t anyone there as far as I could see. I caught a glimpse of sun reflecting into my eye. I spotted Robbie at the other side of me and he seemed to be drowning. He then grabbed a bit of drift wood and we both ended up on a desert island. Robbie feared he would not get back. Then a group of tribal warriors came charging at him.
We managed to get away from them. I started to long around this deserted island. It was quiet until I heard a loud march. It was people, but what kind of people? Maybe it’s tribal or normal people. I and Robbie went in the jungle for a closer look. We could just about see what they were. “They are so scary with all that paint and drawings on their faces” said Robbie. Robbie kept on forcing me to run back to the beach, away from these beasts. We observed all the animals and became attached to a little monkey.
Nightfall came and we were hunting for food to eat for our tea. The next morning came and we had been here for two years. We made a shelter out of bits of wood, which were obviously part of a shipwreck. The tribal’s were after me and Robbie. We both managed to hide in our shelter until they had gone.
The next day came. We said to each other “those tribal men may help us build a raft to help us get off this island”. So we ran to the tribal’s hide out and asked for some help to build a raft. They built it for us and we set off home.
We returned home as happy as ever. We decided to build a shelter in the garden to remember how we survived on the desert island. It looked like an extremely good shelter and some proper waterproof windows. We also camouflaged the shelter. Our mum cooked us our favourite tea and we shouted “PIZZA”! Then we went to bed, relieved that we wouldn’t have to go on another adventure ever...