You decide to go with John and Ringo - for two reasons.
One, John is unbelievably reckless some times and would probably walk right off of a cliff if someone wasn't there to supervise him.
Two, Ringo looks extremely pale and just about ready to faint, so it might be a good idea to keep an eye on him.
The three of you set off in one direction, and George and Paul slope off in another. John skips ahead, singing stupid songs at the top of his lungs. You and Ringo trail along behind him. It's a rather miserable ten minutes, walking over a seemingly endless stretch of sand and tropical plant life.
"Hey!" John cries suddenly. "Look at that!"
"Look at what?" you ask. "Did you find a rescue team?"
"No."
"A radio to signal for help?"
"No!"
"How about a full-sized billiard table to help us pass the time?"
"NO!" John shouts. He sighs then drops to his knees and starts burrowing around in the sand. He pulls out something shiny. At first glance you think it's a teapot, then quickly notice it's not a teapot at all.
It's a magic lamp!
"Oh boy!" says John. "Let's start wishing!"
"Hang on," says Ringo. "Maybe we should think this through before -"
It's too late. John has already rubbed the lamp and babbles his three wishes at an alarmingly fast rate before you can stop him.
What did he wish for exactly?
Instead of asking for shelter, smoke flares, or even a way to get off of the island, John wishes for a cherry red Ferrari, a skateboard, and a huge billiard table.
"There's your billiard table!" John says to you.
There goes your best chance at survival. Surely this can't end well.
And it doesn't.
You die.
THE END
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Shipwrecked (Choose Your Own Adventure)
FanfictionYou are taking a boat trip around the coats of The Bahamas with your newly acquired friends, The Beatles. Things seem to be going well... until one fatal incident causes you and the lads to become shipwrecked on an unknown island. It's up to you to...
