Roar: My Own Personal Tarzan

Roar

I took in a huge breath of air as I looked around after pushing my hair out of my eyes, in all directions I saw nothing but the flaming wreckage of flight 108, the plane that I was on just a few minutes before only to crash land right in the middle of the South Pacific Ocean far off the coast of Chile.

Grabbing on to a flourescent yellow bag that I saw floating in the water I rested for a little while, already being tired from looking around for any survivors only to feel the tears filling my eyes when I saw there were none aside from myself. Putting my head down on the hard plastic I felt a small knob hitting the side of my head, lifting my head I saw a lever. Pulling it, I was pushed away and the bag inflated into a raft with an oar.

Smiling at my luck I climbed in and curled into a ball trying to conserve all my body heat. Quickly falling asleep.

"Ugh," I groaned at the coldness on my legs and attempted at grasping my blanket to chase away the chill only to come up short. Opening my eyes I try and locate my blanket only to scream when I noticed that I was in the middle of the ocean and my raft was stuck on the rocks, quickly filling with water. Climbing off the raft and onto the rocks I managed to gash my forearm causing blood to spill out of my arm and onto the rocks.

"I guess it wasn't a dream," I mumbled to myself clearing my throat when I heard how scratchy my voice was from the fact that I hadn't used it since a little while before the crash. I could feel the tears filling my eyes as I looked around only to see nothing but water. However when I looked to the left I saw an island about a half mile away.

A smile split my face as I realized I was saved. Quickly I grabbed a strip of the ruined boat and made myself a tourniquet as tight as I could stand. Feeling the sensation of and under my skin as my arm started to fall asleep. I had to get off this rock add soon as possible. I wouldn't be able to swim as well if my arm feel asleep.

"It's a good thing I am an excellent swimmer." I smiled and gladly hopped off the rocks diving into the water and almost crying when it hit my gash. However, I didn't let that stop me from swimming to the island in what I thought was record time despite the fatigue.

Panting I quickly rolled myself onto the sand and breathed a sigh of relief, "made it." I gave a weak smile and attempted to move but I couldn't feel any of my limbs, it felt like I was a piece of old rubber all stretched out. I couldn't even move my head enough to get comfortable on the sand. I was completely wiped out and I couldn't feel anything anymore probably coming from the large amount of blood I was losing. "I guess I made it here just to die." I laughed softly and fought against my closing eyes. However it was a battle I quickly lost.