I was having a great vacation on a ship, a glamorous ship. It was called Titanic, there were lots of aristocratic people. I was quite well-off, I had a good quantity of money. One day, the boat underwent a crush, that brought the complete ship wreck.
I got the oportunity to run away. I spent three days in a boat with a retired and unpleasant sailor, and an arrogant countess of a far and forgotten village. I was scared, really scared, and hungry. I just realised that I was hungry three days after the catastrophe. I felt helpness and lonely. We were alone in a huge ocean, kilometres and kilometres of water...
The morning of the third day, the sea was strong, and rude with us, so waves pulled us into a desert island. It was a relief for us. We had the oportunity to find some food. But it was difficult to get along with two such strange people.
I was thinking to build tools, but Mark, the retired sailor, thought it would be a better idea to build a small boat out of palm tree trunks. Elisabeth, the countess, was just complaining and cursing, so she didn't make a real effort. After some months, I established a nice friendsip with Mark, so we built together the boat.
We could get to and african village, in which we could then calle our families and police.
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