The plane crashed into the water, in the middle of The Bermuda Triangle, in the middle of nowhere. Austin was really hurt, his leg broke. There was no end of the dead bodies and a lot of hurt ones. Also, there was not much food and drinkable water. To make matters worse, the med-kit drowned so there wasn’t any medicine for the hurt ones. People searched for the plane’s wreckage for supplies to survive, desperately looking for an island or land. But there wasn’t one. The thunderstorm became enormous. Some people lost their hopes to survive, but then, there was Peter. He was strong, chunky, brave and, most importantly, had hope. Peter felt like he had no limits and could do anything. He guided the survivors to make a raft from the plane’s wreckages, but the worst part was that they didn’t have a map, so people didn’t know where to swim; they were lost in the center of the Pacific Ocean.
I can’t swim anymore, my hands hurt so bad, - Sarah screamed.