The kid entered to the jungle and started to look for a shelter. As he entered more to the jungle the darkness grew and the disgusting smell of rotten wood was becoming stronger. He went on through the jungle covering his nose with his shirt so he could not smell the rotten wood. The breeze was becoming more humid and the heat more intense.
He found a little hole, where he fit perfectly, in the middle of two big trees. The hole was darker than the night and very humid. He now went to gather coconuts from the palm trees at the beach, and then, try to build a fire, so that any boat or plane that passed by the island would notice the smoke.
He failed to build the fire, because he didn't have matches. In a short moment a breeze suddenly enveloped the kid. He started to hear steps in the sand, slower steps. He looked to both sides, very scared, and saw nothing but the sea. As the sound of the steps grew, the kid felt more scared. He started to run to the shelter that he found in the morning. As he was running to his shelter he could feel the salty breeze slapping his delicate face like a punching bag.
He was running as fast as he could and he, suddenly, tripped on a rock and fall in to a salty pond, made by the sea when it was in high tide. All his clothes were wet. He picked himself up, and started running again. His shelter was near now, and the sun was setting down and the darkness was growing. The trees were waving with the salty marine breeze and making scary shadows. He reached to his shelter and started wishing that all was a dream. He started to hear the same steps again but this time they were stronger and nearer. It was too dark so he could not see anything. He started to run again, now out of the jungle, where his shelter was. The breeze was very cold, and the crashing of the waves in the cliff could be heard very clear. The moon was very high and its white light was reflected in the crystal clear sea.
