Imagine that you have just returned from the island, where lots of exciting things happened to you. The editor of the Adventure times has asked you to write the story of your adventure. The editor has limited you to a maximum of 300 words.
I, with my friends, had been evacuated at last. When we were being taken to an unknown destination, our plane was suddenly shot at. It burst into flames but its body with all of us safe fell to the earth. Soon we found that it was an unmanned island.
Scrambling out of the debris, we went up a hill. To our west, there were thick fruit and bamboo trees and to our behind were caves. Just opposite us there flew a river into two streams. The swamp could be seen in between these two rivers. To the east, there were trees and caves near the sea beach and the coast down to the south had huge cliffs. The island, it seemed, was spread over an area of thirty kms from northeast to south and fifteen kms from south-west to the north. It was surrounded by sea with abundant sea-life. We found a fresh water spring also.
The immediate need was of searching a place for shelter since we never knew how and when we could be rescued. We began to search a place for a camp with fresh water supply and some fruit trees nearby. When we had gone ahead, we heard mysterious cry. I said to Praveen, “What bird can it be calling so mysteriously?” He was dazed but said, “It might be a bird, animal or a demon that swallows the victims alive”. The cry was heard again and to our amazement we saw a shadow approaching. “Look, Praveen! We are gone, I said.” He was terrorized and yelled like a mad man. I too yelled hysterically and grappled with the shadowy figure. To our amazement, Ram had thought to chill our blood with fun. The wild cries could still be heard.
We selected a place in between the trees and the fresh water spring at the east-southern coast for setting up a camp. We brought the dry branches, wood, dried grass and leaves from the nearby trees. In case of danger, we could go to the caves nearby. The Cliffs could help us in attracting the attention of the rescuing party.
Soon after two days, a helicopter spotted us and we were rescued. This adventure was simply a brush against a sure death but our courage, fearlessness, and comraderie and, above all, the jungle sense kept us alive. We came to know that this was called Topo Island. I would call the whole adventure a Jungle Ordeal.