We went scuba diving and when we surfaced we had no idea where we were. The only things in sight were a cluster of islands that none of us recognized. We looked around and into the distance there was no ship in sight. So we all swam over to the island and looked for any sign of salvation ... there was nothing. When we got to the island, there was nothing there. There was plenty of food but we had no idea what was poisonous and what was safe. We searched all around and we got some dry wood and got a fire started with Stephanie's amazing fire starting skills. We gathered some supplies that we knew were good for us to eat, such as raspberries, strawberries, mangos, and coconuts. It was a start.

We all had time enough to get leaves and bamboo to make a small shelter before nightfall. The next morning there was still no sight of a ship so we decided to explore a little bit. The island was HUGE! There was plenty of food, we found a fresh water stream, and it was so beautiful. We made a better shelter and after that none of us wanted to leave. But little did we know we weren't alone. The second night we spent on our new home was going to be something we would never forget.

We are all deep in conversation and watching the stars. All of a sudden we heard people walking around in the forest, most of my friends started freaking out but Stephanie and I let go of fear and went into stealth mode. We got a few sticks from the fire and when we went over to the perpetrators we found out that it wasn't a perpetrator at all it was more scubadivers that got left behind. We let them stay at our new home and we got along well.

We were there for a week and a half by the time that we knew how to get around the island without getting lost, we had plenty of food and we loved it there but we missed our families. We would go everyday to the shore and watch for passing ships but there was nothing. We were all scared that we would die on this island with only each other, and never see our families again. After another week of waiting we decided to check out the surrounding islands to see if anything was there, we found more food, and some ruins. We thought we were in the Caribbean but now we realized we were in the Bermuda Triangle. That's why we got lost and had no idea where we were for so long, we were in a no man's land.

We thought we would never get off that island. In the turn of events that followed our whole existence turned around. One day while walking, we walked passed one of the ruins. We looked around a bit and found what seemed to be the remains of a castle. There were gold particles and large pillars that had been eroded in time. Usually we would just pass the ruins to get to the food, but now we started to explore and noticed some tools that we knew the people that lived here would never be able to use. And a little farther off the ruins we found a little campground with a group of Archeologists in a circle eating lunch. We spied for awhile then went back to our home on the other island to get the others; we went back later to find the Archeologists hard at work on the ruins. We walk into the clearing were the Archeologists were and startled them by accident. They asked how we got there so we told them the whole story and they sent for a boat to bring us home.