Creative Writing: Empire Island

Introduction:

Lightening lit up the sky. I had a feeling that it would only be a matter of time before we were struck and our lives ended. But we did not have such luck. Our ship was struck by lightening and flames leapt up all across the deck. I heard the sailors screaming and pleading with their various sea gods for mercy. I could feel the heat of the fire from the room my Caption had locked inside; fearful that his precious cargo would not make it and he would not get paid the ransom for my return.

I heard a board splitting above me. I just barely had time to duck under the cot as the deck collapsed over me. The heavy weight of debepres pressed hard onto the cot and thus over me. My dress was caught under a large piece of rotting, splittering

I could not even scream as it over powered me. Darkness surrounded me, but I was not yet unconscious. The weight lifted off me as the various pieces of depree floated about in the wild whirl. I seized my chance at freedom and started swimming.

I was not sure if I was swimming up or down. Or how long I was under the water. It was as if time too held its breath to see if I would make it. A block of wood slammed into the side of me and knocked out what little breath I had left. I coughed and tried to avoid breathing in the water, but was not successful. My vision blurred to the point where what little light I could see before, faded away. It hit me then that there was no more fighting. I was going to drown.

I broke surface, spattering and coughing like I was a fish out of water. My arms flung wildly of their own accord, trying to keep me a float. A small piece of drift wood that looked like it might have once been the side to a crate floated by and I clung desperately to it. After a few seconds, I worked up the courage to slide over it, hoping with every fiber in my being that it would not capsize and send me back into the hell

Why would he lie to me? Where did all the thunder, lightening, and waves go? The sea was calm. Perhaps a more pressing question was: What now?

Chapter 1:

I coughed as the wood under me started vibrating. My fingers, stiff from clutching on to the splittering piece of wood for so long, grazed against a hard, painful substance. I moaned, moving my head to look. My neck did not want to cooperate and I moaned as neck muscles popped with the movement. I have not dared move for hours, perhaps days. I really did not know.

The sun burned by cheek and a I was thrown off the board. I went face down into the water and panic kicked my into action. I jumped upwards and stood up. My feet touched the sand as water rushed around my knees, but no higher. placed my hand over my eyes to shield against the blinding light as I looked slowly around me. A tropical island. Trees higher than the tallest building in London loomed over me. The sandy beach went for about five feet before it changed into an unforgiving landscape of rocks, under growth, and all scores of insects and crabs. It went on for as far as I could see behind me, to the left, and to the right. I turned back to the sea and looked out. I could see nothing but endless