After getting all his clothes on, he shuffled up to the control room of the yacht, which happened to be 200 miles off the coast of California, which he had flown to from New York. "How far are we till we're there, Mr. Cross?" he asked to the driver of the yacht."About ten minutes away, Sunny", he answered. "Really?" Joe replied,"I thought we'd be away two to three hours away." "Oh we would've been, if I hadn't gotten up so early and had been going so fast." Indeed, he was going a little too fast to be "comfortably" sailing. But incredibly, and suddenly, there was fog ahead, which seemed to be endless. As we plunged into the dense forest of fog, Mr. Cross joked,"Hope we're not in the Bermuda Triangle!" We laughed hardily, and laughed some more, until it happened. We hit the first bump. Then another---until we started hitting bumps continuously, one after another. Must be waves, Joe thought. Then the fog parted for a split second, revealing a large boulder. "HIT THE FL---BAM!
What now? Did they survive? But for now...
Live long and prosper!🖖🏻
CITEȘTI
Paper Box
AdventureAhhhh! One nice vacation on my own island. Couldn't be more happy. Until...it happens. And there's only one thing that can save me: a large box of paper.
