Ty+V


 * Trapped at Coral Island. **


 * Chp.1 The Arrival. **

I squinted as I glanced at the glooming sun. It was at least 30 degrees Celsius and it showed. Dalpreet, Sam, Cooper, and I were all pouring with sweat. Even with the heat, the calm, clear, teal waters could not have looked anymore beautiful. It was heaven. I had a whole summer of just, my three friends and I sailing around the Australian islands. I was lucky enough to afford the trip, all four of us split the boat and gas and all the other small costs. It was a much-needed break from life. With that on my mind, glancing around I could not help, but feel peace and tranquility reigning supreme. I tossed Cooper a beer because he was steering the boat. Sam, Dalpreet and I sat at the front of the boat, gazing at the surrounding rocks. The rocks were large, and made of hard red sand. I had never seen anything more beautiful. Years of saving my money were worth it; this summer would be a summer to remember.

Sam was taking photos of the cinerary and asking all of our opinions. Dalpreet was dangerously lying down on the side of the boat. Dalpreet and I were considered the “wild” ones, (but I always thought that it was because Cooper and Sam are not the most dare-devilish characters too). Seeing how relaxing that looked, I too laid down on the opposite side of the boat. I closed my eyes and let my hand dangle in the water as we swiftly glided across the sleek endless blue ocean.

A sickening feeling of pain ached through out my body. I jutted my eyes open, to see the boat falling over to cover the sun. My body fell in the warm ocean. I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. I could not control my actions. My body acted without thinking. My motions were those only brought out in the need of survival. I looked up only too see our beautiful boat sinking, with our supplies dropping out. Seeing the knife floating at the ocean surface, I pushed with all the strength to grab it, it was a gift from Cooper, and I had a weird gut feeling to grab it. It was dark out, with the stars looming over the ever-vast blue ocean. The waves were large and overwhelming. Lost in a daze, I heard screaming. I yelled back, hoping to hear a reply. There was a long pause of silence, but then came shouting. A large rush of adrenaline coursed through my body. My lungs had a huge breath of fresh air, and I swam towards the noise. Breaking through the waves, my body began to wear. Luckily I was in great shape because of my many years of soccer. After what felt of an eternity of swimming, I saw Dalpreet, Sam, and Cooper passed out on a small safety raft drifting along the ocean. Grabbing the edges, of the raft I jumped on. Closing my eyes, I gave a prayer, despite being unreligious.

The taste of dry sand filled my mouth. My head was pounding with a headache; my clothes were soaked and torn apart. I opened my eyes, only to stare at the sun beating down on my face. I began to cough, spewing out salt water. Afterwards, I stood up and looked around. I seemed to be on some sort of island. I looked to the east and then the west, the beach looked like it continued forever. The thought of Dalpreet, Sam and Cooper crossed my mind. I looked around to see if any of them were insight, but I couldn’t spot any of them. What if they were dead? I thought. Noticing I had nothing on my feet; I began to walk. I had a Hawaiian flower design swim shorts on with the knife in my left pocket, and a beetles t-shirt on. Step after step, emotions ran through my head. My first goal was to find someone, anyone.


 * Chapter 2: A Tropical Hell**

My feet carried the motions of my body and the dull thoughts of my mind. Left, right, left, right, it was as if I needed something to stop me from moving. I was in desperate search of anyone. Dalpreet, Cooper, Sam and I had to have been separated somehow. What if some one had died on the crash?

My knife felt dry, unlike the rest of my wet body and clothes. I assumed it was mid day, because with no watch on me, I had no way to tell the time other then the fact that the sun was in mid-sky. While glazing at the sun, I heard a scream. Ecstatic with hearing the sound of another humans voice; I ran to the sound. Yelling at the person to scream back, my foot caught hold of a branch and I fell smacking my head on some hard object.

Waking up, my head pounded, and my eyes felt heavy. Slowly opening them, I realized that it was night. I did not know what time or what day or how I had managed to get here. Lying there I felt through out my clothes. I had everything on me, besides my knife. A sharp pain of adrenaline ran throughout my body. Springing to my feet I began to look for anyone is sight, but it was too dark to see anything. Without taking any chances I ran to the bush, ripping my shirt into rags, because it caught on a sharp branch.

Peering out behind a bush, I heard some one stand up and whisper, “ Ty? Is that you? It’s ok, it’s just me Cooper.” Shocked with the relief of knowing that at least one of my friends was alive, jolted out of the bush running towards him. Giving one of the traditional man hugs, we regrouped, only for me to find out that Dalpreet and Sam were sleeping on the tarp that they had set up. Exhausted with the day, Cooper and I went to bed.

Waking up the next day, Cooper, Dalpreet, Sam, and me decided to discuss the ordeal that we were faced with. Cooper took a seat on a near by log, Dalpreet and Sam sat on the tarp covering the sand on the warm beach, and I just took a seat on the sand. I enjoyed the warm and comforting sand. Cooper tossed me the knife from pocket, and examining it, I began to talk, “ Did all three of you land in the raft together?” I asked curiously.

Dalpreet responded quickly, “ Yeah, we all just floated out from the crash to the island, we all awoke on the beach, I grabbed the First aid, Cooper grabbed the tarp, Sam grabbed the bucket and I guess you grabbed the knife.”

“We should probably set up some camp as a base and one of us can go look for fruit.” Said Cooper.

“Agreed, “ I said, “ The more we stay settled the better chances we’ll have of getting off this island.” Dalpreet and Sam nodded their heads in agreement.

We all decided that Cooper, and I would go look for food, while Dalpreet and Sam set up shelter with the tarp. Making our way throughout the forest Cooper and I found trees exploding with fruits of coconuts, bananas and star fruit. Knowing this Cooper and I headed back the base were, Dalpreet and Sam had done a surprisingly great job of creating 3 tent like buildings out of the tarp.

Cooper and I were pleased to tell Dalpreet and Sam that there were bountiful numbers of coconuts, bananas, and star fruit available. I tossed them the knife to cut the Tarp; to create doors to each of the three tents. Dalpreet and Sam would share a tent and Cooper and I would each have our own. All of us went into each of our tents exhausted, only to awaken to the struggles of the next day.

Looking at the rising sun, I couldn’t help but think of our dire situation. Squeezing the knife in my palm, emotions ran through my head, all the blood ran to my head, and I was losing feeling in my hands. I started to tear up, already fearing the worst.

“Ty! What are you doing?” yelled Cooper. Unconscious of what he was yelling about, I looked up innocently. Pain instantly rushed to my hand, and without knowing it, I had blood dripping onto my shorts, from a long cut in the palm of my left hand. Astonished I looked at my hand. “I…I…I didn’t even know.” I said. “Don’t worry about it,” said Cooper. “ Let’s go get that washed.” The two of us went into the ocean for a small swim. The water was always warm and the salt burned my cut. Time passes quickly in the ocean; I would often spend hours in the ocean, considering that there was nothing else to do every day. The water also kept me clean; washing my hair, nails, skin.

Dalpreet and Sam must have woken up, because they soon joined Cooper and I in the ocean. Everyone seemed to keep to him or herself because of the awkward ordeal that faced all of us, yet we al bathed with nothing to be self-conscious about, because it had at least been almost 2 months on the hell-like island. There were no animals on the island besides rodents and snakes and we were running low on food.

Finished and bored with bathing, I stepped out of the water and walked into the forest. Turning around, I looked at Dalpreet, Sam, and Cooper, and said, “ I’m just going to go find some food, and I’ll be back in a bit.” The three of them just nodded their head in a “whatever” kind of motion.

Long dry grass was scattered throughout the forest floor, and large palm trees hung in the air. Once filled with fruit, now hang empty. Searching for a tree with a coconut or a banana or a starfruit, I continued staring at the various trees and wandering through the forest. After a long time of walking, I came upon a tree with a coconut hanging at the top. My stomach growled at the thought of being able to eat it. Taking my knife out of my pocket, and putting it in my mouth, I began to climb. The rough tree hurt the palms of my hands and my cut began to bleed again. Forcing my self to continue, I pushed with my legs. Reaching the top I took the knife out of my mouth and slashed the stem holding the coconut to the tree. Having to force all my strength into slashing the stem, I lost my balance and fell to the floor. Screaming with frustration and pain, my tolerance for island was shattered.


 * Chapter 3: The escape**

The blood dripped from my hand, as it felt like it beat to a rhythm. Clenching the knife in my left hand I inspected the blade, looking for any imperfections. I haven’t seen Dalpreet, Sam, or Cooper for days, but I didn’t care. Life on this hellhole is about doing what you need to do to survive, and if living on my own is what it took, “then so be it!” I yelled abruptly.

The birds flocked to the sky, and I stood up to follow them, wishing that I had the freedom and cooperation that they did. Getting caught up in my actions, I stubbed my bear toe on a rock, lost my balance and fell. Quickly. The wind grabbed my body and flipped it. My back had turned to face the ground and my heartbeat boomed to rush of adrenaline that coursed throughout my body. Maybe that’s the worst part of the fall: two years on this hell-like island and I wasn’t even going to see my death. Screaming and fighting I pushed back, but Mother Nature reigned supreme. My back started to get whipped by the branches and leaves until I couldn’t feel my body. My eyes jutted open wide, to the scorching pain of my hand and my back. “This can not be heaven,” I said, without being able to see anything but the surrounding darkness. Hearing a whisper, perked up. “ This ern’t no heeven this her is heelll.” The words slurred together and the mumbles and grumbles combined to create the sound of an animal-like beast. I ran to forest, feeling my way around. Threats are everywhere and I if were to die, it would be with pride, not by some beast, and not Mother Nature. I ran in the dark without difficulty because two years on an island really allows you to know your surroundings.

Reaching my home, I crawled to the corner of the damp cave and sat there shaking. My eyes eventually became heavy and I gave a prayer despite being religious, that some one or something would hear me.

Despite the pain in my back, and the cut down my hand, which seemed to be getting larger, I woke up to the smell of burning fuels. I ran out of my cave to peer down the cliff that I had previously fallen off of. Dalpreet, Sam and Cooper were getting on a small speedboat at the edge of the beach! Screaming with the full might of my lungs I yelled, “ Wait! Wait! You monsters, don’t leave me here!” The three of them and the sailor peered up at me. No one said a word. I read the lips of Cooper: go now, before it’s too late. Astonished at this I began to run down to shore. My feet were getting cut up, but I pushed threw, trying to ignore the pain. Eventually I arrived at the shore to see everything I owned, loved, cared, and known gone. The three of my so-called “friends” were drifting across the ocean on the speedboat. That was until I saw the sailor covered in blood lying in the sand.