I was involved in a terrible plane crash over the sea on my way to the paradise of Hawaii and being lucky enough to survive, I spent 5 years of my life stranded on a desert island, all alone.

of the holiday to come and how wonderful a time I was going to have, I felt a sudden shudder in the aircraft followed by an announcement by the pilot to be prepared for a crash landing into the sea below us. I looked out of the window and saw a small island in the distance. I hurriedly pulled my lifejacket over my head and fastened it round my waist. I grabbed my hand luggage and waited for the plane to crash land in the sea. It seemed an age but very soon the plane crashed into the sea, split apart and threw me into the warm waters. I must’ve blanked out for a very tiny amount of time, maybe about half a second. I remember seeing all the destruction around me and thinking ‘I have to get out of here!’ Being a good swimmer, I swam as fast as I could away from the dismantled plane. I had no idea where I was going I just knew I had to get away from the wreck. After swimming for a while, I saw that I was approaching that small island, I also noticed that it was very beautiful. I looked back at the burning wreck of the plane and it gave me some motivation to keep swimming. Soon I found that my feet were touching the sandy seabed so I waded up to the island, dragging my hand luggage along with me. I walked a little way up the white sandy beach and collapsed on the floor. I must’ve slept for a few hours at least and it was a bit of a shock when I woke up on the sands. It took me a while to remember how I got there but after I had done so, and remembering looking back at the burning wreck of the plane, I thought how lucky I was to have survived. It was then that I realised I must’ve been the only survivor, I was very grateful but I was so alone. It then occurred to me that I could be on the island all alone for quite a while, or I may never get rescued. I opened my bag to check that everything was still dry and useable, and luckily everything was ok. With me, I had my Discman, (which had my favourite cd in it), a Harry Potter book, a mirror, a small first aid kit and a wind-up alarm clock. I looked around and familiarised myself with the surroundings, and began to think about how to survive for however long I might be there. The first thing I had to think about was what I was going to eat. In front of me, I saw coconut and banana trees and I could hear what sounded like a herd of pigs crashing through the forest. I also needed to find water, so I set off to explore the island and found a stream of freshwater flowing through the forest, on closer inspection I could see fish swimming in the stream. I decided against killing the pigs because it would be a waste as I could not eat a whole pig and could not keep the meat once it was killed. So for next 5 years my diet was fruit and fish, I killed the fish by stabbing them with the spear I made out of the a thin tree branch with my scissors tied to the end with some twine made from tree bark.             I had to make a home for myself, I did this by cutting down some branches off trees with the rusty knife that I had found when first exploring the island, which I had sharpened on a stone. I formed the branches into an igloo style house and covering this with big palm tree leaves, which I strapped down with tree bark.             On the 2nd day, I decided to go for a walk round the island on the beach to see how big it was and whether anyone else may be living on the island and also to find any other sources of food. I found that the island was only small and that it was shaped like a ‘C’