HOW I ESCAPED FROM THAT LOST ISLAND

My name is Peter Johnson. It was the 30^th of August 1998. I was sailing off the coast of Costa Rica with my son Josh because fishing season had started. Every year cods travel near the coast of Costa Rica, and if you are a good fisherman you can make some money.

I was sleeping when suddenly my dear son screamed. We were in the middle of the ocean. We had get lost! I started screaming when a giant whale hit our boat and I fainted. I woke up in the middle of an unknown beach. I looked to my left and I saw that Josh had perished. I didn't stop crying in three days. I was feeling a terrible pain, and I thought that I would die there. Even if I escaped from that lost island I would never again have a normal life without Josh. I took a sharp piece of wood and I thought that I should kill myself. I was going to finish with my pain when I suddenly had the willpower and I started thinking of a way to escape.

I saw all the palm trees and I decided to build a boat with coconuts. One week later I saw the beach of Costa Rica.