Chapter 9: The Idea
I reached the boat and stood there, staring at it. The boat that my parents rode here on. The boat I had heard so much about.
"This is it," I said to myself, "the Rainbow."
"Yup," said my dad, "you're looking at it. The famous Rainbow." It was just as I imagined it would be. I had seen pictures but nothing compared to the real thing. My mom soon caught up to us and too stood, staring at the beautiful boat. But it wasn't a beautiful moment for long, the sun was going down and I needed to get the supplies.
"Come on!" I said, smiling, as I hopped into the broken and mossy boat. The tide was coming up and I could see that the boat was starting to become part of the ecosystem. There were the rocks that the boat had crashed on in the front, and there were clams, sea anemones, and many more marine life, just attached to the sides of the boat.
When I stepped inside, it was dark, there was some water on the floor of the boat, and little minos inside. I turned around, and on the wall, was a fishing rope, fishing line, a flashlight, waterproof matches, and a lunch box. Inside the lunchbox was just, mold.
"I missed this beauty," said my mom, "It seems like it was just yesterday we were riding on the waves, wind in our hair, and water on our faces."
Mom smiled and looked at me,
"Have you ever felt like that?" she said calmly.
"Yes," I replied, "It's the best feeling in the world." I closed my eyes and remembered the feeling of when I would ride on the boat, that feeling just made me feel, well, happy.
"Let's grab what we can," said my dad, "before the sun goes down." Me, my mom, and my dad, grabbed all the supplies possible, anything we could find, and went back up the stairs. When we reached the fresh air, we could see that the water had come up a long way, and if this boat wasn't caught on rocks and not in the bad, broken state it was, we could ride away on it!
"Mom, Dad," I said, having an idea, "I know how we can get back!"
'How?" Asked Mom, confused, "Me and your father have been trying to get off this island for years! What makes you so sure this can work?" I smiled, because I know what I was doing.
"I'll tell you over a nice fire and dinner." I said. My idea was so great, I didn't think that it could work, I knew that it would work.
Me and dad went back down to the bottom of the boat, washed out the gross lunch box, and filled it with minos. Then, we put them on the fishing line and casted it out for our dinner, while Mom got wood, rocks, and the matches, and started a safe fire. Me and Dad got a huge fish, and our family ate it for dinner. We rapped ourselves with the sail to keep us warm.
"Ok," I said, starting to tell them my idea, "Dad, have you ever fixed a boat in the state that The Rainbow is in?"
"I don't know, with some time I could fix it."
"Great!" I went on, "And do you think that the two of you could push the boat out from those rocks?"
"No," said Mom, "Me and you father already tried that many years ago."
"Oh," I sighed a disappointing sigh. "Wait! But there's three of us now! Do you think now we could move the boat?"
"Ya!" said Dad, "Definitely!"
"Great! If Dad could fix the boat, me and Mom can make a new, bigger sail out of this sail, and some leaves, then we could all push the boat out of the way when the tide comes up, we can jump in it and sail home!" Mom and Dad looked at each other and smiled.
"I think that's a wonderful idea," she said, "but we would need to fix the boat within five hours before the tide comes up so the boat doesn't fill with water."
"Good point," I said, "but if we work together, we could finish it in time!" Again, Mom and Dad looked at each other and smiled.
"You know what?" Dad said, "I think if we all work together, we can do anything!" Me and Mom agreed.
After we made the plan to escape this island, we decided to talk a little bit. I asked them about their adventures on BedMard Island, and I told them about mine. It was finally nice to have a real mom and dad. After a while, we got tired, so I found a bush with the same comfortable leaves, but found out that they were eucalyptus leaves, flammable, so we couldn't use them.
Instead, we slept on planks of wood from the boat, and wrapped ourselves with the sail, and slept.
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The Girl On the Island By Aliyah Curtis
AdventureThis book has token me a year to write, and I told myself that this book would be my first published novel, that this book would be read by hundreds of people. Someone said to me, "wait, your only 13, and your gonna publish a book?" My answer is yes...
