Narrative

As I awoke from my damp cold room, I felt a shiver crawl up my spine. I slipped on my raggy old clothes and walked to mum in our small kitchen. Living at sea is not a life I want to live.

Ever since mum and dad got divorced life had been rough. Me and Mum are still struggling to survive on our shipwreck boat. Mum fishes for our food day and night. It's the same meal all the time. But I cant complain. I know I have more than most people have. I have a wonderful mum. She has taught me the facts of life. She has taught me to love and to be loved. She has given me a home. Well, a boat.

As life goes on I see my mum get restless and the boat start to rust. I'm worried. I'm scared. I wonder if I will survive. There's no hope of us living on land again. Everybody thinks we are dead. And I never hear from dad. He probably thinks we are dead is well.

That night when I went to bed, I dreamed about life as a rich kid. Nice clothes, big bedroom and an awesome house. Life would be worth living. I then woke from my dream as I felt the boat shake. I moved myself onto the deck and looked out to the dark night sky. I saw the moon light simmer on the rough sea.

As I crawled back into my tatty bed, I felt a cold liquid run through my toes. I looked down to my feet to see water filling up the boat. I quickly approached mum and woke her up. The boat kept sinking more and more. By now the water was up to our chests. There was nothing we could do. We were in the middle of no where and we couldn't swim to shore. It was nowhere to be seen.

As the boat hit the bottom of the ocean, mum started to cry. She said she will always love me whether we make it or not. We saw the sunrise at the crack of dawn the next morning. We were tired, we were cold and we were sore. All night we had struggled to keep a float. We had no idea of where to go or what to do next.

As the days past mum and I got skinnier and the water got colder. Mum and I knew we weren't going to survive. At that moment we saw a fin cross the waters, approaching me and mum. We were scared and terrified. But as the sea creature rose from the water we realised it was not a shark but it was a bottle nosed dolphin.

Mum and I had no experience with dolphins but we climbed onto the dolphins back. The dolphin bolted through the rough water as fast as a cheater to the washed up shores of Byron Bay. As I jumped off the dolphin for the first time in years I felt the smooth sand squish through my toes. This was the beginning of my new life. On land!