Sarah

Tom was excited. It was his first time going lobster fishing by himself.It was a beautiful day in Maine, perfect for lobster fishing.

Tom sailed out into the Atlantic Ocean.He noticed there was some clouds in the sky. Tom shrugged and kept rowing.

He came to a rocky part of the ocean. He set his lobster traps there. He waited.

Tom shivered. There was a breeze coming in. Tom pulled up a trap.He felt the boat rock. Tom pulled up another trap and-BOOM! The boat tipped over. Tom went underwater.

He held his breath and closed his eyes until he felt a rock. He grabbed it and pulled himself up. He gasped and stood up.

“OW!” he shrieked. Tom looked ahead. There were tons of rocks, but there was an island too.

Every step Tom took he said “OW”. He finally came to the island.But then he saw seashells.Tom groaned.That meant MORE things to step on. But that gave Tom an idea.

Tom arranged the seashells to spell “HELP”.He waited. And waited.AND WAITED.

After a couple THOUSAND hours of waiting, Tom got hungry. So he decided to search the island for food. He came across what he thought was a rosemary bush. So he picked a leaf and ate it.

“OWWWWWWWW!” He ran to the shore and dunked his face in the water. But then he remembered it was salt water. His tongue burned.He realized he had ate stinging nettles.Oh boy! Tom thought.

Then he remember the cure for stinging nettles. Ferns.He ran back to the area where he had found the needles.

Tom found some ferns. He quickly ate them. They tasted TERRIBLE, but they got rid of the stinging.

Tom collapsed in a pile of leaves.He couldn’t believe he was still alive. He opened his eyes. There was a tree with a coconut above his head.]

He stood up with joy. He jumped up like when he was shooting a hoop in basketball.He felt his hands grip the slippery shell of the coconut. He fell into the leaves with the coconut.

Tom cracked open the shell of the coconut.He put the coconut to his lips.The sweet milk had never tasted better. Tom yawned and went to sleep.

Tom heard a buzzing noise. He jerked awake. There was a helicopter right above him.

A ladder fell from the helicopter.Tom raced up the ladder.He strapped himself into the seat next to the pilot.

“Are you the missing boy, Tom?” the pilot asked him. Tom nodded.

“Good thinking. We wouldn’t have been able to locate you without the help message,” Tom nodded again. He was too tired to speak.

“I’ll check the weather next time,” Tom promised.