Personal Narrative: Bird Turd Island

Fish on! Fish on! We were fishing on Eagle Lake Canada and we were headed to our lucky spot by Bird Turd island it is out in the BIG lake. We are fishing on a windy day, we hit a huge 4 foot wave head on and our Crestliner boat capsized. I quickly grabbed my backpack, in my backpack I had a marine radio, a survival kit, sunscreen, and some extra food. We swam to closest island call Bird Turd island. I looked back, all of my belonging were sinking to the bottom of the lake. We were shipwrecked! I was screaming and screaming and screaming for help but no one could hear me. I heard a boat so I screamed so more and no one was there. I was hoping someone was coming. I stayed there for what felt like hours, so I decided to walk around and look at the island. I came across and tiny little shed.
The door had words on it, You're in the wrong place. I open up the door and nothing was in there. It was getting to be about dinner time so I sat down to eat, I opened up by backpack there was a loaf of bread and some peanut butter and jelly, with some apples. I wanted the apple so bad, I took a bite and it had the fish water on it so it did not taste like an apple it tasted like fish. We were on the
I was not very happy then they told me that they don't know this lake very well, that concerned me. I took them to the place where my boat tipped and then when they told me the price, I about tipped over. The team got almost all of by fishing belongings. We returned back to the campsite and I felt good with all the stuff they got back to me. When we got to the campsite I decided to return home to my own house back in Wisconsin. We travel the six hours to the border to get back to the U.S.A, when I got there I was asked for my passport. I searched frantically in my bags to try and find my passport, when I remember that my passport was in the bag that was in my boat when it