Personal Narrative On A Beach

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By the time we got everything sorted out it was late at night and we had to set up camp. While scouring the beach for any more survivors, we managed to find a large piece of wood, a tarp, some netting, and a box. Because I couldn't help much, due to my broken arm I had to let Tyson, Elizabeth, and my Dad set up a shelter. They managed to find two trees that were close to each other and put the piece of wood in between them. Then they took the tarp, draped it over the wood, and placed rocks on both ends of the tarp to hold it down. Following that they broke down the box we found and laid it under the tarp as a makeshift floor to our shelter. To stay warm my Dad made a fire by taking two sticks, and rubbing them together over kindling that we found in the island's forest. After starting the fire it was very late at night, and we were all exhausted from the day's events. We managed to squeeze all four of us under the small tarp tent and before I knew it I fell asleep with the sound of the crackling fire in my ear. …show more content…

I quickly got up making sure to not use my right arm and realized that I was the last one out of bed. I looked around for anyone else out of bed and saw Tyson and Elizabeth passing a coconut between them on the beach side. Intrigued as to how they found a coconut I speedily made my way over to them, excited with the prospect of, food and water. As I approached them they said hello to me, and asked how my sleep was. I told them that it was okay, except for my broken arm. After, they asked me if I wanted to play pass with them, I agreed, forgetting to ask where they got the coconut. We played pass with that one coconut for at least an hour, eventually starting to even make up our own games. After playing for a while my Dad came out of the forest and asked for help to collect coconuts. We happily agreed and headed off into the vegetated forest to help

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