• One fine summers day out on the Pacific Ocean; Ahhh! Please! Please help us! Somebody Help! Ahhh!”
    “Stop screaming your panicking lungs out; and swim to shore now!” yelled Captain Theodore Holke.
    “Um, But what about you captain” Said the crew confused;
    “Aye, leave me here! Let me die!” said captain Holke sorrowfully.
    “Uh, okay. Suit yourself. But we’re still going to help you.” The crew said confidently.
    “I say we get some of our luggage and put it on our lifeboats. There are 21 of us and 3 lifeboats, 7 passengers and 4 pieces of luggage fit in a boat.” Said Louis
    “Who gives a hoot ‘bout the math? I just want to get to dry land,” Exclaimed the captain.
    Every one got to shore safe right before the ship went under.
    “Um, captain. How are we ever supposed to get back to Russia when we’re stranded on a deserted island?” asked crew member Butch. “Aye a very wise choice of a question. We’ll be back in a few days” The captain told the crew confidentially. That was a lie. Days became weeks, weeks became months and so on. “Hey! I see fruit trees! And there not so far off.” Yelled Louis. “Aye. I say we go. And as always captains are first.” Explained the captain for the 708th time in a row. They went to the trees and each of them carried 4 fruits. Two in each hand. When they went back to where they set up camp they got their ax and Butch went back to the trees. The trees that never grew fruit he cut down. That left him with 24 logs. Luckily he found a horse drawn cart with a horse. “Hmmm?” He thought to himself. “I wonder if anyone lives on this island besides the crew.” His thoughts were right. It was Natives, and his crew was trespassing on their land.
    When Butch got back “Aye, Where’d you get that cart from.” Asked the captain. “Around the trees.” Explained Butch. “Well what do we have here? Aye of course the logs. Now we can build that log cabin.
    They built the log cabin. Now they had all the bare necessities that were needed for survival, food water and shelter.
    As we already said natives lived on the island and weren’t happy about the interruption to peaceful life. Native leaders spoke among themselves about how the wanted these people to leave. They made a plan.
    As the crew slept the natives ambushed them. Luckily for these crew members they had guns in hand and were pretending to sleep. The natives snuck in on them, but as soon as that happened bloody massacre.
    Next day, the natives were tired and drunk. Perfect! The crew easily crossed into their settlements and after an hour hundreds of bodies lay down on the ground. The enemies were finally defeated.
    After the massacre the crew was rescued 3 ½ years from then. Only they weren’t going back to Russia. They were taken prisoner by Russia’s enemies.
    To be continued…