Rainsford Alternate Ending

“One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in the excellent bed. On guard Rainsford.” When Rainsford awoke from his slumber, he reluctantly climbed out of the extravagant bed. He could see out the window that the sun was barely up. He found some clothing that previously belonged to General Zaroff in the wonderfully crafted dresser to the left of the bed. Rainsford changed into these clothes and found a wastebasket in the corner of the room to dispose of his old clothes. As he put his old clothes, covered in blood, in the wastebasket, he thought back to last night and remembered the relief he felt when General Zaroff was dead. It was only last night that he stole the knife off of General Zaroff’s bed and plunged
Rainsford assumed it was about 2:00 from the position of the sun. He lowered the canoe into the water and slid into. He pushed himself off the bank with the ore and started paddling away from the island. He had no idea where he was going, but at that point, he was running on luck. He paddled for hours and hours until the sun came down. He had one regret, not getting a hat or sunscreen because his skin was blistered. It was the worst pain he’s ever experienced. For the next six days, he did nothing but paddle, eat, sleep, drink, paddle, eat, drink, paddle, sleep, etc. It was so tiring to paddle for days on end. He began to lose hope on the seventh day, as his skin got worse and as the food and water started shrinking. It was in the evening, a cool day with the sun blocked, that he was a boast in the distance. Rainsford was overjoyed and so he began to scream “Help me! Help please!” repeatedly. He paddled a good distance to the ship and noticed that it was a small fishing boat. There were maybe three people on the boat that he could tell. He waved his ore up and shouted, but nobody seemed to notice him. He then had a brilliant idea, he would fire off the pistol and get their attention. He quickly found the pistol and without hesitation, shot if off into the sky away from himself and the boat. The people on the boat were startled and as Rainsford hoped, they noticed him. He paddled toward them quickly and got incredibly close to them to a point where he almost bumped into them. There was a young boy of Indian ethnic, standing at the edge of the boat. He noticed Rainsford first and he began yelling for the other men on the