Chapter Three
“What? Porn …Where am I?” He tried to ask as he felt the side of his head. After about an hour of walking down the beach I found a suitcase. I was drifting away and my feet felt all warm and cosy. I frantically turned around to look for the ship, already took a gulp of air to scream for help, but nothing came out. The rain came pouring down hard. “How’s your face feeling? The ship ripped upwards from under me and I was flung backwards. I quickly grabbed the table off him and started moving the logs and wood away from him. What would happen If no one ever finds us?
