Day 12: I go into the water to search for shellfish. My stomach felt as hungry as a howling coyote. I step into the reef, and use the backpack as a net for catching fish. I try and scoop up prawns, clams, and grouper, and I manage to catch quite a bit. Believe it or not, I caught more than I imagined!!!!!!!! However, when I was least expecting it, out of the blue this huge mass of purple and violet came bursting straight towards me like the speed of a bullet train. I thought it was a huge jellyfish, since I had no way of knowing what it was, I assumed off the top of my head that it was venomous. I bolted for the beach, but before I knew it, this thing, which I named the violet lined squid, had stung me on the leg before I was aware of it. Though I could barely feel the initial impact, when I got back to shore, I noticed my leg was swelling up like a hot air ballon and it was throbbing like the heartbeat of a thunderous sky. I knew this thing had bit me, but I didn't know whether I was going to perish as a result. I started thinking right away of my mother, who one day in New York, got hit by a reckless cab driver who hit her and she thought she would die, but thank god she was able to get to the hospital, where they cleaned her up and put her under care for six weeks. She survived, but the journey was very hard- she had to get several blood injections, a bone doctor had to saw her rib off and stitch the area where it was missing, and if she could it, maybe I could survive this potentially fatal sting. My mom helped me even though she was miles from where I was.
Day 13: Woo! The swelling is still bad, but it wasn't as painful as when I had actually got bitten by this animal in the water. I've wrapped that T-shit I found in the backpack around my leg as a tourniquet, in order to reduce the pain and swelling and avoid death. I realize that I threw up a little in the night, but without any blood or serious side affects. I seem to be recovering- maybe that sting wasn't so bad after all, or it was from a little violet-lined squid who can't inject me with a lethal dosage of poison from its mysterious tentacles. I heard a buzzing from my ear, which sounded like an electric razor, and it started to get pretty loud. I turned around to see what it was. I was exhilarated- that thing was an airplane! I jumped up and down like an infany kangaroo, overjoyed that there was some sign of rescue. I made a lightning fast dash to the cd, then hold it up to the sunlight to create a flash that would signal the airplane. It doesn't turn, and I know the pilot doesn't see me. If it at least flew through the skies, I felt optimistic that it would come by again.
Day 16: The weather is stunningly gorgeous- clear skies, soft breeze, majestic sunrise of magenta, clear-blue crisp water, and I see dolphins jumping around. I think it'll be a great day. I leap into the water at the speed of an F1 race car, but just after 10 minutes of swimming in the water, I notice the dolphins are swimming towards the shore; I immediately figure that there's something going after them, about to attack. I feel maybe I'll get attacked too, since I'm in the direct path. I look below and it's clear water, so I see what's beneath. If the conditions were gloomy, then I wouldn't have been able to spot what was below- to my amazement, I see what looked like a pack of 7 million LETHAL banded sea snakes (aah!) I'm in a hysterical panic that I'll get bitten but I have a proactive strategy not to get bitten. I pretend that I'm one of them. With the strength of one thousand fiery tigers, I swim for the shore, realizing I am in the race of my life. However, one of the sea snakes wraps itself around my ankle and injects me through its fangs into my achilles tendon, and I automatically know that I'm done for. I have this race against time- I have only 72 hours to live at most, and if I do not get help, I know I'm dead and it will be the end.
Day 19: I have been dreaming that I feel trapped in my own body like a caged tiger in the zoo, and yet around me I can hear voices- which I haven't heard for three weeks. I can hear them, but I can't respond back to them. I see my family in front of me, trying to reach out to me and help me survive, but I can't reply to them. In my mouth I taste salty sand, and before I know it, my eyes open like a curtain rising on a stage. It's a bold night, with ten million clear stars in the sky. I see a man in a yellow jacket standing above me, the mouth movements say, "are you okay"? However, I don't a word that he says. He picks me up effortlessly and transports me to his boat. I'm a ghost, without any feeling or knowing of what's going on. I can breath and see, but that's it. I start to doubt whether I'm even alive, considering how serious the bite from the sea snake was. My eyes begin to close, and the next time I open them, I find myself awake in a room full of white walls.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Majesta Survival- Week Two
Day 8 (12:45 pm)- I've learned to tell the time of day by the position of the Sun. I haven't seen any signs of rescue- no ship, no plane, no boat, no helicopter, or ANYTHING! I'm starting to lose hope of survival. It's so strange- I'm on a gorgeous island, the water is crystal-drenched blue, the sun is shining, palm trees pulsating in the wind, but I feel helpless. This is when I start to think about all these great people who have survived a great deal before, and this gives me more hope for the way I'll survive now. I think of my sister, Stacy, who persevered through her diabetes, which she was born with. Compared to her struggle, maybe mine isn't quite that bad at this moment. I also think of Uncle Matthew, my godfather who battled through his kidney and heart disease and living with just one lung. I think of the path he took to becoming a strong, successful person and the ways in which the journey he went on will help give me the courage to survive. These recollections have motivated me to build a raft from driftwood.
I'm going to lash it together with tight creepers that are growing all over the ground.
Day 9 (10:00 pm)- I open up my eyes and I see a BOLD tsunami of angry blackness on the horizon coupled with silver lightning streaks. The wind on the water gushed toward the shore at the wild pace of a black Mustang race car. All of a sudden, a palm tree branch falls down on me and knocks the life OUTTA ME!!!!! When I regained consciousness, my right leg is pinned to the ground. I see a big branch, and it's preventing me from moving. I cannot escape it. Soon enough I get reminded of Aron Ralston, who got his arm pinned by a rock in Blue John Canyon. He was an expert, and I'm just a newcomer. I thought maybe that if he could do it all by himself, that perhaps I might be able to as well. One thing I know about myself is that even when I am under pressure, I can remain stable and calm. With Aron's story on my mind, I close my eyes and begin to wiggle myself back a forth with the power of a hundred lightning bolts. Thanks to god, I was able to get my leg free. I crawled back to higher ground.
Day 10 (9:00)- Today was a feast day. The skies are sunny, I'm beaten of hunger and thirst and I decide to search for things to eat and drink that could have washed up from the tsunami. To my astonishment I see fish washed up all over the place. I decide to wait and start a fire. I decided to gather them all up to start a fire. I find a children's metal beach pale washed up on the shore, and start to think about the possible uses of it. Maybe catch some fresh water, use it as a seat, or perhaps try and catch a small fish with it. I walk another fifty yards, and to my surprise, I see a North Face backpack washed up on shore. I unzip the backpack, and this is what I found. I find an open raspberry nutrigrain bar, and decide to eat it savagely. I also found:
-An old CD by Avril Lavigne
-An iPod that's been waterlogged
-A water bottle
-An old T-Shirt that says, "I love rattlesnakes"
-A few nickles and some loose change floating around in there
I think of the possibilities of the uses for each of things to help me get rescued.
Day 11 (8:00 pm)- The nights are dark and warm, so the warm gives me a sense of comfort. Plus, before it gets really dark, the beautiful sunsets give my heart a sense of inspiration to get myself out of harm's way. The other good thing is that I've survived this far and feel more hopeful that I'll get rescued.
I'm going to lash it together with tight creepers that are growing all over the ground.
Day 9 (10:00 pm)- I open up my eyes and I see a BOLD tsunami of angry blackness on the horizon coupled with silver lightning streaks. The wind on the water gushed toward the shore at the wild pace of a black Mustang race car. All of a sudden, a palm tree branch falls down on me and knocks the life OUTTA ME!!!!! When I regained consciousness, my right leg is pinned to the ground. I see a big branch, and it's preventing me from moving. I cannot escape it. Soon enough I get reminded of Aron Ralston, who got his arm pinned by a rock in Blue John Canyon. He was an expert, and I'm just a newcomer. I thought maybe that if he could do it all by himself, that perhaps I might be able to as well. One thing I know about myself is that even when I am under pressure, I can remain stable and calm. With Aron's story on my mind, I close my eyes and begin to wiggle myself back a forth with the power of a hundred lightning bolts. Thanks to god, I was able to get my leg free. I crawled back to higher ground.
Day 10 (9:00)- Today was a feast day. The skies are sunny, I'm beaten of hunger and thirst and I decide to search for things to eat and drink that could have washed up from the tsunami. To my astonishment I see fish washed up all over the place. I decide to wait and start a fire. I decided to gather them all up to start a fire. I find a children's metal beach pale washed up on the shore, and start to think about the possible uses of it. Maybe catch some fresh water, use it as a seat, or perhaps try and catch a small fish with it. I walk another fifty yards, and to my surprise, I see a North Face backpack washed up on shore. I unzip the backpack, and this is what I found. I find an open raspberry nutrigrain bar, and decide to eat it savagely. I also found:
-An old CD by Avril Lavigne
-An iPod that's been waterlogged
-A water bottle
-An old T-Shirt that says, "I love rattlesnakes"
-A few nickles and some loose change floating around in there
I think of the possibilities of the uses for each of things to help me get rescued.
Day 11 (8:00 pm)- The nights are dark and warm, so the warm gives me a sense of comfort. Plus, before it gets really dark, the beautiful sunsets give my heart a sense of inspiration to get myself out of harm's way. The other good thing is that I've survived this far and feel more hopeful that I'll get rescued.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
First Week
Two or three weeks of sailing in the tropics, my boat sunk and I was stranded on a desert island for four and a half weeks, I was quite resourceful and managed to survive by myself even though I was only thirteen years old. After, I was contacted by Travel-Mania magazine co-op, because they wanted to feature my riveting story in their world-renowned magazine. Here I will share you my survival story, from when a hammerhead shark almost attacked me alive to when I was about to be pierced by a swarm of white-tailed scorpions, one of which'll kill you from just one really painful sting.
Day 1. I was pulsating through silver-clearwater ocean, soon a riveting dark-gray thunderstorm appeared on the horizon, I felt as scared as a mouse being chased by a toxic rattlesnake, I started to swim towards a luminous shadow.
Day 2. I swam ten hours towards Majesta Mountain, a 500-foot peak above the Caribbean! I'm started to swim with all my might, I have a moderate lining of hope, I hope I don't get bitten by a lethal blue-ringed octopus mollusk.
Day 3. I'm exhausted, I'm clinging to life like a desperate heartbeat, I'm almost there and all of a sudden, out of the blue, a hammerhead darts towards me like a firework blowing up! I HAMMERED it with the strength of one-million mountain lions! It'd all happened within the blink of an eye and I escaped within an inch of my life!
Day 4. I explode with passion as I make it out of the water, the sand feels like nails in my skin, but the important thing is I'm happy to be back on the land. I see brilliant indigo skies above swirling palm trees. I take a long nap under the welcoming shade of a palm-tree. When I woke up, I was dying of thirst, so I climbed up a 10-foot palm tree with all my might left and I grabbed a cluster of heavenly tropical-coconuts. I pierced them by banging them on a precipitous cliff at the end of the shoreline, I almost fell over, but I managed to hold on for dear life.
Day 5. I made a fire by rubbing rocks, my hands slightly blistered and it took my almost one-hour to get the flame burning. In the end, rubbing failed, so I banged them instead. The spark caught the driftwood. I felt overjoyed to be back to have the warmth of a campfire and the accomplishment of survival. For dinner, I toasted a little squid that had washed up on land. When I go to sleep on this gloomy night, I collect more driftwood and made it into a fort.
Day 6. When I wake up, fifteen deadly scorpions I had invented (white-tail scorpions) that are crawling on my skin like fleas on a dog. I kill them by slithering towards the fire and they die from breathing the smoke, then I threw them in the fire and the smell of all those dead white-tail scorpions kept bugs away. In the afternoon, I take a nap by a palm-tree, but this deadly rattlesnake that had crawled through the bushes secretly, called an Arizona black-spined rattlesnake, was about to inject me with its nasty poison. Instead, I squeezed the life out of it and threw it into the sea. It almost stopped my heart with its bite, but instead I killed IT, then I threw its lifeless body into the sea and a blue-ringed octopus stung it through its tentacles and ate it for supper.
Day 1. I was pulsating through silver-clearwater ocean, soon a riveting dark-gray thunderstorm appeared on the horizon, I felt as scared as a mouse being chased by a toxic rattlesnake, I started to swim towards a luminous shadow.
Day 2. I swam ten hours towards Majesta Mountain, a 500-foot peak above the Caribbean! I'm started to swim with all my might, I have a moderate lining of hope, I hope I don't get bitten by a lethal blue-ringed octopus mollusk.
Day 3. I'm exhausted, I'm clinging to life like a desperate heartbeat, I'm almost there and all of a sudden, out of the blue, a hammerhead darts towards me like a firework blowing up! I HAMMERED it with the strength of one-million mountain lions! It'd all happened within the blink of an eye and I escaped within an inch of my life!
Day 4. I explode with passion as I make it out of the water, the sand feels like nails in my skin, but the important thing is I'm happy to be back on the land. I see brilliant indigo skies above swirling palm trees. I take a long nap under the welcoming shade of a palm-tree. When I woke up, I was dying of thirst, so I climbed up a 10-foot palm tree with all my might left and I grabbed a cluster of heavenly tropical-coconuts. I pierced them by banging them on a precipitous cliff at the end of the shoreline, I almost fell over, but I managed to hold on for dear life.
Day 5. I made a fire by rubbing rocks, my hands slightly blistered and it took my almost one-hour to get the flame burning. In the end, rubbing failed, so I banged them instead. The spark caught the driftwood. I felt overjoyed to be back to have the warmth of a campfire and the accomplishment of survival. For dinner, I toasted a little squid that had washed up on land. When I go to sleep on this gloomy night, I collect more driftwood and made it into a fort.
Day 6. When I wake up, fifteen deadly scorpions I had invented (white-tail scorpions) that are crawling on my skin like fleas on a dog. I kill them by slithering towards the fire and they die from breathing the smoke, then I threw them in the fire and the smell of all those dead white-tail scorpions kept bugs away. In the afternoon, I take a nap by a palm-tree, but this deadly rattlesnake that had crawled through the bushes secretly, called an Arizona black-spined rattlesnake, was about to inject me with its nasty poison. Instead, I squeezed the life out of it and threw it into the sea. It almost stopped my heart with its bite, but instead I killed IT, then I threw its lifeless body into the sea and a blue-ringed octopus stung it through its tentacles and ate it for supper.
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