As my brother and I were sailing out on our boat, a storm started to brew. There was a sense of foreboding in the air.
“I think we should go back,” I said with worry.
“We’ll be fine” my brother Sam said.
Soon enough the storm was so powerful that the waves were as tall as buildings. We were dragged out to an island…it was beautiful. Sam and I were split up and couldn’t find each other. The water was so clear you could see right through it.
I found some sort of horn on the bay. I blew into it thinking Sam would hear it but it was completely out of tune.