a heroes book

chapter 1 lost

What makes a hero a hero is it power ,bravery, loyalty, honor, honesty, maybe it is a combination of these things. Whatever it is there is one person that has found out what makes a hero and the town of Ashville is calling this hero Fantum. He cares for the citizens of Ashville. When this hero was a small boy he saw his town fall apart he knew that there was nothing that he could do and now it is time that he tells you his story.

 Hello my name is James Farerow and this is my story. When I was just a small boy I had to sit back and watch my town get torn apart by criminals. I was once a normal person just like you. I thought that I had all the time in the world, I thought that I was waiting for time because I was so far ahead, I thought that I was better than everyone that nothing could hurt me but I could never be more wrong.

 It was mid October and it was dark out. I went for a walk to clear my head after having an argument with my mother and I got hit in the head and when I woke up I was on this small boat. There was no one on it and there was no form of life anywhere, no land of any kind. Just the sun burning down on me. I was on this small boat for about three days. There was some food and a water bottle so I made it last. I did not know how long I was going to be in that life boat. There was that one question that kept popping in my head: where on earth was I and would I ever see my family again. It seemed like forever before I saw land when I woke up after being on the lifeboat for about 2 weeks.

 I could see an island off in the distance so I made the attempt to direct myself in the direction that the island was in. After about 2 hours of paddling I was near the island and all I could see was trees that had to be better than being on that boat. When I got to the island I looked around to see what I could find that would help me.

the only thing that I could see where trees and what seemed like some sort of hill or mountain in the middle of the island but I used the mountain to get a better view of the island. It took a while to get there and I started to climb and that is when I found something that looked like an old bow. It had all these weird symbols on it and was red. Next to the bow was a quiver only 2 arrows and one was broken. The strange part is there was no one around. I needed it because that bow could help me out a lot more than trying to make a trap for food. So I took the bow back down and when I got to the beach I started on making some kind of shelter for the night. It was not the best shelter but it would keep me warm from the ocean breeze. When night time came I saw no reason to stay up the whole night.

When I woke up the next day it was hardly dawn but I had to start finding a way to get off that island. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned to months I eventually lost track of time. I thought that it would be best if I stayed near my camp since it was still dark because who knows what is out there. When the sun came up I started to go look around on the beach to see if there was anything that I could use and about 15 minutes into the search I found a tarp I could use for a lot of things that would help. Things kept washing up on the shore but I was glad that they were because I could use as much stuff as possible.

It was around noon and I could see a crate boat from a distances and I felt stupid because I had no idea on how I would get the boat's attention I knew that they were too far away to hear me scream so I did the one thing that I could do and that was jump up and down and wave my hands back and forth in hope that they would look over and see me. After about two minutes the boat passed the island and that is when I knew that I had to find some kind of way to make a sign of some kind to show that I was here and alive but what could I do?

I started to look around the shore to see if there was anything that I could use. I had no idea what I was going to make so I just grabbed a bunch of random stuff and took it back to my little base. When I got to my base I started to look at the stuff that I already had: rope,bottle jugs,tarp,boat parts,gunpowder, and lastly a full gas can. It was almost too perfect. It must have been from the boat maybe. I could make a big explosion with this and that should catch the boat's eye. I started to think of the best way to make this bomb and after a few hours it was getting dark and it was time to head to bed and this night was so calm and peaceful the waves crashed gently on the rocks the birds stopped chirping so all I heard was the sound of the calming water. I was starting to run out of water so I hung up a tarp to catch any rain water and then about 20 minutes later I went to sleep. When I woke up I could hear the sound of a plane. The only problem was that I could see smoke from the plane. I knew that this would only end badly. I could only hope that the person in the plane would be fine. I went to the plane after it crashed and there was an odd thing there was no one on the plane. I started to walk around to see if there was any way that the pilot could have made it out alive but I went back to the plane because there was a big bang! And it sounded as if it came from the plane. I ran as fast as I could to get to the plane only to find out that there was not a soul in sight but what was that sound.