Spencer+G



**Chapter 1**

Suddenly, the pilot screamed into the PA. We're going down! Panic and chaos swept over the 196 passengers aboard the boewing 747 bound for Sydney, Australia. People cried, screamed and others were silent as they found and put on their life jackets.

A plane crash is about the only thing able to awake Dylan, and he and his three friends Spencer, Lauren and Eric ran to the back of the plane as they knew it would be the safest and most promising chance for survival.

All that could be seen out the window was the great Pacific ocean lit by the moon in the late hours of the night. The plane then nose first, slammed into the water. People were thrown and splattered against the seats and walls, and body parts and blood flew around the cabin. Because Dylan and his friends as well as a few others strapped themselves at the back of the plane the most serious injury between them was a concussion and a major cut to Erics leg. In total there were 7 survivors.

With the last ounces of strength between them, they located two inflatable rescue boats, and split between them. Dylan, Spencer, Lauren and Eric on one, and the 4 other survivors took another.

Both boats hit the ocean surface, and began their quest to stay alive. Cold rain poured from the sky in the late hours of the night. The four friends battled the waves to stay afloat. After about twenty minutes of relentless waves, they lost sight of the other boat. After several more hours of battling the darkness, the sun finally began to rise. The ocean calmed, and endless ocean was all that could be seen all around, with no sign of the other boat. Erics leg had been brutally sliced knee to ankle and required attention. Spencer had held onto this backpack he had used to shield himself during the crash. He bit and tore off strips of the fabric and made a bandage around Erics leg. There were also three chocolate bars. It was agreed they would split one bar amongst the four, per day.

After a day at sea, under relatively calm conditions, the sun began to fall. Clouds blocked the moonlight, and the only might came from the lightning from above. Rain and thunder came from the sky, followed by massive waves. The four battled the waves for hours, as they relentlessly persisted. Suddenly a wave that seemed to block out the sky by its sheer size smashed and flipped over the boat. It took at least ten minutes before everyone was able to swim back to the boat, and flip it over. Lauren however was missing. After Dylan, Spencer and Eric calling her name for an hour, they gave up and continued following the current on the boat while large raindrops pelted down on them, and thunder roared above.

Eventually sunrise came again, and unlike yesterday, they didn't only hear the waves, birds flew overhead. They realised they were travelling in the same direction as the birds, which being determined by the sunrise, was south west. Seeing birds gave hope to the three's once hopless mentality as they knew land had to be around soon.

After two hours of drifting they sighted land. A tall, narrow cliff stuck out of the ocean with hundreds of birds flying overhead. They eventually reached the giant rock. It was quickly realized it would not be habitable, being only bare, steep rock, small with no vegetation. Still it was a god sent, as the three gorged on the bird eggs hidden in the rocks. Birds flew everywhere overhead, and the island smelled terrible.

After drying their clothes from the rain and waves the night before and filling their stomaches with eggs, they entered their raft and continued their journey. They noticed birds still flew in their direction, and used the cliff they had just visited as a pitstop, then continued as well. With about two hours of daylight left, they saw a figure in the distance.



**Chapter 2**

As time went on, the outline of a tall majestic mountain became more apparent. Eventually, just before nightfall they reached this island. The island was about two miles all around, with a tall cliff shooting up towards the middle. Tropical vegetation covered most of the island except the sandy beach.

Excitement was quickly overrun by exhaustion, and the three friends savaged refuse under the palm trees and slept. The morning finally rose, and one after another the three woke up. It was discussed Spencer would build a shelter, Eric would make a fire, and Dylan would look for food. At sundown they would meet.

Spencer used the raft as a roof, supported by two adjasonant trees, and laid branches and sticks to form walls along the sides. Eric worked a few feet away spinning sticks, ever so often creating smoke but never a flame. Dylan scowered the beaches looking for shellfish and crab.

As the sun began to fall, everyone met up by the sturdy shelter Spencer had made. After an entire day of persistence, a fire was to show from Eric beside the shelter. Dyand was seen both by Spencer and Eric throughout the day eating what he managed to find, and laying under the trees, and had no food to show to the rest, angering Eric and Spencer.

Spencer and Eric hatched a plan to kill Dylan, and eat him. It was their only change to stay fed for many days, and their anger towards him helped fueled the idea. When both woke, early in the morning Spencer bashed Dylans head with a coconut while he was still sleeping. Dylan immediately bled from his nose and mouth, and was dead. Eric began to panic, and Spencer had to help calm his nerves before Eric lost it. Soon Eric's conscious died away, and Dylan was thrown into the fire.

Several hours later, Eric and Spencer returned, Dylan was nicely charred and ready to eat. Spencer ripped off an arm while Eric went for a leg, and both polished their limbs to the bone, gorging themselves.

The following day, both in high spirits and now with a secure food source for the next few days, they could focus on rescue. Spencer managed to find a broken mirror they could use to signal a boat. Eric found green vegetation to throw on the fire to cause smoke.

Days passed but no sign of a ship or plane. Days were spent laying under the sun, and peacefully waiting rescue. As days fell into weeks, and the food source dwindling, tension began to build. Spencer and Eric began to argue and fight over anything and everything, and doing it just to pass time. Frustration mounted, and Spencer and Eric were constantly at each others throats, and out of food, there was now only one choice.

"A fire was created a few feet away from the shelter" **Chapter 3**

Days past, and tensions between Spencer and Eric grew. The two split up, and were now individually doing their own thing. No longer was the food scavenged by both of them shared, instead eaten in secrecy by each. The two began battling for resources, to show up each other, no longer even focused on just surviving. Spencer upgraded his shelter after kicking out Eric by adding a bed, raised off the sandy ground. Also a funnel made of palm leaves was made to catch rainwater for drinking, reducing the time and effort need to scavenge water. Eric responded by making his own lean-to style shelter slightly higher up the beach, and copying Spencer’s design.

Spencer had been collecting more food, and clearly winning the battle for resources, but Eric had one thing Spencer didn’t. Eric was able to make fire using a shard of glass he found the same day they arrived on the island. Without the ability to cook food, Spencer was restricted to eating unripe fruit, something he was getting sick of quickly. He had made a spear already, and knew how to fish using one having seen it on TV, but had no way to cook the loot. A plan had to be devised if he wished to gain fire.

In the early hours of dawn, Spencer stealthily snuck to the small blaze a few feet from Eric’s shelter while he still slept. He dragged his fishing spear behind him, as if he was a caveman, and inched closer to the fire. As he reached down to pick up the half of the log not exposed to the flame, Eric somehow awoke. Immediately Eric rushed, and punched Spencer right in the cheek, throwing him off his feet. Enraged, Spencer involuntarily trusted his spear at Eric, striking him right into the left side of his neck. Blood burst out of the wound, to the sequence of his heartbeat. As Eric bled out, Spencer turned his back and proceeded back to his shelter, fire in his left hand, his spear, red at the tip, in his right.

After reaching the shelter, Spencer, now alone on the island, arranged stones in a circle, and laid down the flaming log. He added sticks and more logs, and then walked back to Eric’s shelter. He grabbed the now deceased Eric’s legs, and dragged him back to his fire, cooking him to a char. By now, Spencer had fully degraded into a savage barbarian, with long hair and an equally long beard to match. With a steady food source to last for days, Spencer now had the time to work on a new project, a raft.

After his first lonely night on the Island, Spencer arose, and gathered fallen bamboo trunks from deep within the islands forest. He managed to scavenge seven ten foot long trunks, and tie them together with vine. After a few hours work, and a lunch break, he now had a stable platform he could use on the ocean. The only problem now, was how to control the raft on the wavy sea. Until this problem was solved, the raft was left for days, as Spencer tried to think of a design for a sail. Frustrated, he went for a walk around the islands shore, when he came across a skeleton. The skeleton was within the transition from sand to forest, a few meters up from the shore, with the prize of the find flowing into the thick vegetation. A vivid red parachute lay stretched across the ground, a perfect sail material.

After the sail, stretched between a bamboo frame was erected in the middle of the raft, it was ready to hit the sea. Spencer stuffed a bag he made from excess material from the parachute with meat, loaded on coconuts, and chalked onto the red sail with ashes “savior or bust”. Logs were rolled under the platform of the raft, and slowly, the raft moved toward the water, and finally took the plunge. With a strong breeze, Spencer hopped on board, and positioned to sail to the west.

As darkness consumed the sky, rain and thunder followed. Waves grew in size, and water began sloshing into the raft and then straining through the bamboo. Spencer struggled to keep the raft afloat, having to constantly move to different sides to combat the waves. After relentless hours of darkness, and being cold and wet, the sun finally rose again, only to be again replaced by darkness. The same routine of sleeping during the few hours the sea was calm, and then fighting the relentless storms that were never in shortage.

After nine days at sea, and three days without food, again the outline of an island was apparent, with strange gray structures scattered across the landscape. Hours past until the distance between the raft and the island was a mere few feet. The grey structures were actually statues, Spencer had reached Easter Island. He left the raft in the water, and waded the water until his feet hit dry ground. From there, he preceded over the small foothill, where he was greeted with an overlooking view of civilization. He was saved.

"From there, he preceded over the small foothill, where he was greeted with an overlooking view of civilization"