Stranded

I remember just last week we were enjoying ourselves on a cruse. We were having fun. We were safe.

Until the storm came and we were stupid enough to be outside. Why couldn't we have listened?

The eight of us had fallen off the ship. Collin hit his head on the way down and doesn't remember much and Levy broke his arm.

We were all there, struggling to stay up in the stormy wavy water.

There were others in the water with us. I'm not sure who they were but we all needed to get somewhere.

That when we found the island. It looked completely deserted. But we swam to it, for it was our only hope for surviving.

We started swimming then realized that the others didn't see where we were going. I called out to them and some heard and some didn't.

We tried to scream loud enough for everyone to hear but it was to stormy. We lost them.

We have been on this island for about a week now. There is little to eat and the fresh water is gone. Soon we need to go into the forest to find more. But the forest looks dangerous. We hear strange things coming from it everyday. One went to try and explore a couple of days back. We haven't seen him since...