Out On The Pacific Ocean

After Chuck and I escaped from the island, we drifted around for a while on the raft that he built. The first few days, a team of whales caught up with us, flanking us as we floated aimlessly over the Pacific.

Sadly, the ocean was also where we said goodbye, as I fell off the raft while Chuck was sleeping and drifted away from him.

For the next few weeks, I must have floated a good few hundred miles before a bad storm gave me a leak, and I sank, though I still had enough air in me to keep me floating just twenty feet under the surface. I must have been near land, because the bottom was only a little bit away from me. I saw some cool underwater corals and fish, and a few other things I don't think I was supposed to see!

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