Jewquagh Island Journal Entry

My Journal Entries of Survival on Jewquagh Island
This Journal Belongs to Max Young Day 1 I woke up to the sound of the pilot yelling in panic. That’s all I could remember. I was stranded somewhere on an island with not a human to be seen. I was the only survivor on the plane. My t-shirt and jeans were torn up from the crash. I was 13 years old at the time of the crash. My black hair was smeared with blood. I had landed on the shore of a beach. I had been walking on the silky hot sand on the beach for about two hours, and I did not see a single trace of another person. I went in circles three times before I had realized that I had been on an island. I was completely alone on this island.
The heat was scorching and I already had three sunburns. My head was also swelling of extreme pain from the crash. I had bruises on almost every part of my body. I constantly had to go to the ocean to wash all the blood off my body. I had to figure out a way, some sort of way to get back to my home. Tears flowed down my red hot cheeks as I was thinking about my parents. The tears only made my head worse. The bulging pain made me unconscious. Then I fainted into a black picture of nothingness.

Day 2
On my second
I was tossing and throwing the spear for about 45 minutes before I left the mountain with five medium-sized fishes. I used the shirt wrapped around my head to create a bag which would secure the fishes on my way down the mountain. When I reached the shore I started another fire with the glass, the wood, and the leaves. When the fire was good, I attached all five fish onto the wood spear. For a while I rotated the spear on top of the fire to get the fish fully cooked. Soon the fish were ready to eat. I devoured the fish in less time you could say the word fish! They tasted so delicious. The mouthwarming crusty and crunchy fish filled my mouth with satisfaction and pleasure to the point where I was not hungry