Oz stared at the glittering ocean, watching the small waves roll in the shore. He had woken an hour or so before dawn, and he was starting to feel the effects of no food. His legs felt quite shaky, and his stomach felt as though it were digesting itself. He was conscious of the fact that in order to keep himself alive, and healthy enough to search for other people, he would need regular food. He had then found himself a large rock, half-submerged in the sea water, about 3 foot deep. He had been patiently waiting on top of the rock, watching for any fish or crabs that might lurk near the shore. He had seen some, a few little fish no bigger than his little finger, and had seen a small crab scuttle near the rock. Nothing large enough to sustain him had been revealed, and he was beginning to lose interest in this idea. Oscar glanced over to the side of the beach with cliffs and rocks, maybe 300 yards ahead. This place was dotted with caves and crevices, and there was an eerie atmosphere about the place.
Though 14, he still had a childish sense of curiosity and wonder, and it wasn't long before Oz found himself wading through the shallow water towards the shoreline, grabbing his pack from his shelter, and setting off along the sand. It was excruciatingly hot under the sun, and the ripped cap wouldn't suffice. Oz had put on some of the sun cream, but this didn't change the temperature, and he was beginning to tire quickly. Though the cliffs weren't far away, the boy had stopped to rest several times, seeking shade under the palm trees. Hot and flustered, he finally made it to the cliffs, and he didn't hesitate to start climbing the rocks. It was then, that he regretted not wearing his shoes. Every step was sharp and rough on his feet. He bled from his toes to his heels, and he swore loudly in anger and pain. After he stubbed his big toe on a chunk of stone for the fourth time, he wept loudly. He wasn't weeping for the pain in his feet, though that did hurt a great deal, he was weeping for everything; He couldn't find is mum; He didn't know where he was or how he was there; He didn't know who or if anyone was looking for him; He didn't know what creatures could be lurking in that nightmarish jungle; He was alone.
About fifteen minutes later, Oz composed himself, and wiped his damp face. He grabbed two pairs of socks, and wore them, creating a nice soft, protective layer over his stinging ankles. He picked his way carefully over the rocks, until he reached the top, staring at the view. He wasn't surprised to see more beach for another mile, until a corner that went round blocked his view. He did note however, that this beach was different, it had more rocks and cliffs, and this time he saw less boats, and two rusted old planes. There was a large platform of flat rock further out into the lagoon, a small path of rocks and stepping stones leading to it from the shore. It was here that Oz noticed something bobbing and bumping against the rock platform.
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Bermuda Island
Science FictionAfter a plane goes missing out in the Atlantic ocean, in an area known as the Bermuda Triangle, the only survivor, a young adolescent boy finds himself stranded on what appears to be a tropical island. Something is strange about the island however...
