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We boarded the Carnival Cruise in Miami with excitement, our destination was Montego Bay- with a promise of great fun; colourful reefs, tranquil waters, breathtaking vistas and sun, pure white beaches, music, and I was soon swinging to reggae rhythms. Taking a break to stroll on the promenade, I leaned over, the railing for a view of the water below and then- I was falling; the next thing I knew was that I was washed up on a beach, I looked out to sea and there was no trace of the Carnival cruise ship. I said to myself, don't panic, keep calm, go find some help, walking the beach there was no evidence of any human life here; this tropical island was uninhabitable, yet I heard birds calling, and soon noticed I was being followed by a group of cute little monkeys. It came over me that I was stranded, marooned, isolated, on this lost tropical island, although beautiful, I felt a great doom; it was then I decided to go inland and find some water to drink, but found no spring or pond, but I saw that broad leaves held rain water. So right away I knew that drinking water was not a problem, then it was getting dark and I needed to find a shelter for protection; that is when I noticed a natural cave entrance in a mossy hillside, it was dark inside but seemed a perfect place for me to rest until morning. I fell asleep quickly and dreamt of my days as a Girl Guide, recalling some of the survival skills- that I had been taught once; the next morning I went searching for food but found nothing, except mushrooms, red berries, and roots- the monkeys were eating. I figured if they could eat it, then I could too, and so I did, suddenly I was covered by mosquito bites, ouch, I ran into the sea; later that day I found a plant growing that I knew- lemon balm, it had a strong lemony scent and picking the leaves I used them like a wipe. In the days that followed I became a survivor- with a fire, when I fell a glass pendent came with me and I placed it in the sun; with twigs and leaves and soon had fire for a cooking and a signal, I gathered leaves to use as bedding in my cave and days took on a routine. Each day for years I kept the signal fire burning and prayed, a sharp branch became a spear to hunt, a shell became my knife; days, weeks, months, years passed- and then time mingled, so old, my hair white, bone weary and tired, I went to my cave forever. ________________________________ January 21, 2017 Poetry/Narrative/Survival Copyright Protected, ID 17-867-746-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, Tropical Island, sponsor, Shadow Hamilton First Place

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Date: 2/23/2018 6:23:00 PM
Found this while trying to figure out how to use PS. Hope she enjoyed her..(.Me, myself and I,) so not alone. Cave her grave,,,this my take . Nice. bbn
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Date: 2/15/2017 6:19:00 AM
LOVE IT--WoW and WoW !!
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Date: 2/8/2017 10:22:00 AM
Congratulations Broken Wings on your 1st place win with creative write. I enjoyed the read~ Caryl
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Date: 2/8/2017 3:07:00 AM
Congratulations Broken Wings on your 1st place, an absolutely inspirational piece, well deserved win, a favourite for me.
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Date: 2/8/2017 1:09:00 AM
Congrats BW on your trophy win. Your adventure is fabulous. Enjoyed it to the end, the details are educative. :))
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Date: 1/21/2017 1:09:00 PM
The importance of life is the journey. We don't all realize our dreams but our hope sustains us. They can take everything else but never hope as long as we decide to hold on. My thoughts and prayers today are with women worldwide. It is time. It has been time for ages now. Equal pay for equal work. Time we offer our respect equally to all. Love your write. Great admiration of your talent. Lots of love, armand.
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Date: 1/21/2017 11:45:00 AM
I really didn't expect that ending! Is this a metaphor? Thank you for such a story.
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Constance La France
Date: 1/21/2017 12:09:00 PM
Sun, thanks for visiting, you could take the ending two ways, one she will be on that island forever never to be rescued, or she will die in that cave, but I think both are true.