Max Voelker's Story

Max woke up at about 6:00 A.M. and had a huge headache. He felt the left side of his head, and could feel his hair matted with dried up blood. He thought about what had happened the night before. All he could remember was the plane heading directly into the middle of the ocean. He had no clue what to do, because he and probably many others didn't even listen to the flight attendants safety instructions. That's the last time that will happen for Max. They crashed into the ocean before he could get a life vest on, and his head smacked in to the ceiling of the plane, and he went unconcious in the next five minutes. Apparentley someone must have saved him out of the wreckage before he drowned.

He looked at his surroundings for the first time now since he had woken up. He was lying on a pearly white sand beach. The kind you picture in Florida when you're on a vacation with the family. He had never seen white sand in his life. Where he lived on the East Coast, the beaches were all brown, like the sand in a kid's sandbox. He picked up some of the sand, and it fell through his hand quickly. The grains were miniscule to the average grain. Max turned around and saw about ten yards of more beach and then trees of all kinds as high as the eye can see. The island had a tropical feel to it. Behind the trees he could see the faintest brown clump, which seemed like the top of a small mountain. Max wondered where he landed. There aren't any marked islands that he knew of in the middle of the Atlantic. So he concluded that it was either a deserted island, or heaven. "Am I dead?" he asked himself. He pinched his arm and it hurt a bit. From that, Max guessed he was alive, even though thats the test for if you're asleep, he guessed that it works the same for heaven.

Before Max was going to set off to search the island for other people, food, and shelter, he couldn't get over bloody head. He stood up and staggered a bit because of his head, but got settled and walked to the shore. He took his gross dryed up salty shirt, pants, and footwear, and jumped into the water. It was nice and warm, and shallow enough that he could see the small fish and seaweed at the bottom. He washed his head vigourously, but not hard enough to open up the wound again, and then washed his whole body. He got out of the water after he was done, and put his pants back on, but left his shoes, socks, and shirt on the beach. It was too hot for them here. He sat back down to dry off and think of what to do next.

Max was almost dried up completely when he heard a noise coming from a few yards away. He turned his head quickly to the noise in fright and saw what looked like a person on the ground. He jumped up and began to run over to them. He was hoping that it was another survivor from the crash. He really didn't want to be the only one that survived the crash. As he reached closer, he was sure that it was another person; a girl. As he got closer, he recognized her as Saphire. She was one of his classes back home. "Hey!" He knelt down beside her and looked at the gash on her arm. "Eh, that looks like it hurts. I'm Max. We have Spanish together." That was stupid, she knew that. "Nevermind, sorry uh, hold on."

He ran back to his shirt that luckily was dry, since he didn't wear it to bathe. He picked it up and ran back to Saphire. "Here." He pressed the shirt against her shoulder gash and held it there for a few minutes. "Sorry, if this hurts." He knew it was helping though, because if you apply pressure the bleeding would stop. "So, have you seen any other survivors?" he asked.

Saphire carefully dragged her fingers away from the cut and she toddled herself to be even on the ground. It was then she heard a voice. "Hey!" She looked up as a boy she knew from class came over. She knew that she had him in class, but was too tired and her energy was too much drained to even remeber. "Eh, that looks like it hurts. I'm Max. We have Spanish together." The voice said. Well duh it hurts.

"Never mind, sorry, uh hold on." Normally she would had totally rejected a helping hand from someone, but right now, she was very happy to see someone other than herself. When he applied the pressure, she winced a little. "Sorry if this hurts." She slowley started to recongnize his voice. When he asked her about other surviors, she looked up at him. "When I woke up, I was alone." She spoke as if she was computer-programmed to say that. She lowerd her head back down and waited untill he was done.

((Sorry, Kurmix, I don't know if you found Max and Saphire or Theo and Violet.))

After Max finally finished with the bandage he stood up and said, "There, that's the best I can do. I'm not really a survivalist guy." He looked up at the bright sun. It was already burning his skin and he sort of wished he had his shirt back so he could wear it, but it was going to good use so it didn't matter. "Uh, can you walk alright?" he asked. He guessed she could since the only wound he saw was the shoulder, but then again she was on the ground when he found her. "I was hoping to go look for any other passengers, but I think we should stick together if we're going to survive here," he said. "I'm guessing there's no civilization on this island."

Max sat down next to Saphire until she was able to get up and looked out on the horizon. Ocean as far as they eye can see, with no other land visible except a few rocks close by peering out of the water. But something caught his eye. Was that smoke? He stood up to get better view. Probably 100 yards out in the water he saw a little bit of smoke coming out of the water, and also part of a wing to the plane. He wasn't sure, but it was deffinately not a boat or a rock. He almost jumped in the water to go see if any items survived the crash, but decided that it was the least of his worries for now. He needed food first, and to find other passengers.

Saphire looked at him as he finished and talked to her. She sat up as he was talking. She wasn't really listening, though she did hear hiim when he asked her if she could walk. SHe nodded yes. She watched him as he stood. She saw it too. The smokey part in the water. She looked closer before hopping up. She started to walk and then into a slight jog. She stopped at the waters' egde and her eyes expanded into a shocking.

She could see it as her tenni-shoes and socks soaked into the water. "T -the..." She talked quietly as if it was a whisper, but it wasn't quite a whisper. "The Plane!" She looked at it. She dropped to her knees as she watched the plane. What the hell was going on? The only thing she said about it was the words, "My locket..."

She relized that she was infront of a boy, and her attitude change swiftley. She got up and marched over to him, taking off her sweat-shirt and handing it to him. It was big enough for him to wear it. "Here, you getting sunburn isn't going to help."

She had her locket in her lugage because she wasn't able to wear it on the flight ride do to it's shape of a small knife and it was the only memory she had of her parents and her having good times. Now it was gone. Her jeans where wet along with her shoes and socks. Though, she really didn't care.

She looked at him. "I guess we have no way to get back. We will have to go with what you want." She said, her eyes serious but if you look closely, she was terrified beyond her witts.

Max watched Saphire drop to her knees as she looked at the plane. She muttered out the words, "My locket," quietly but he was positive that's what she said. Max wasn't worried about going out to the plane anytime soon because he didn't have anything down there. He thought about going to search the plane now to help her, but the smoke was a sign that the plane could be dangerous at the time being.

"Hey, uh, it's none of my bussiness, but if you had something on the plane that means something to you, then we can go see if it's still there, but it's too dangerous now," said Max. He took the sweater from Saphire and thanked her. The sweater would make him as hot as a furnace, but it was better than getting burnt until they could find decent shade.

He started walking North, guessing that if anyone landed anywhere on the beach, then they would be North. Max and Saphire were all the way on the South side of the plane crash, and there probably wasn't anyone south of them. As they walked, Max thought he'd stop acting so serious and be more lively. They were going to be here for a while, so why not make the best of it. "Uh, you know...This is kind of like Cast Away, you know with Tom Hanks--," he paused and spoke a little quieter, because the next part was a little negative. "Except, this doesn't last two hours, it might last forever." He gave out a nervous laugh, as if it was a joke, but he knew it could be true.

Saphire ignored his remark about her locket. After giving him the sweater, she started to follow him. He started to speak. "Uh, you know...This is kind of like Cast Away, you know with Tom Hanks--," He paused before going quiet, but it wasn't too quiet where she couldn't hear him, she still could.
"Except, this doesn't last two hours, it might last forever." After that, from what she could hear he gave out a nervous laugh.
She looked at him. "At least we survived." She spoke quietly, not caring if he heard or not. She saw him sweating and looked around. Her arm was starting get numb, or fall asleep, what ever it was, it felt heavy, sore and as if it wasn't even there. She started to check her pockets.

She was thirsty, and from where she was, she could tell that water might do both of them good. She pulled out a twenty, which was soaked, chapstick, which the lid came off so it was smeered all in her pocket and soaked gum. One piece left. She tapped on his shoulder and gave it to him. "Your probably thirsty. Here." She said with her bored, emotionless face on, something you would see in class.

((Are you a doctor Adig01, becuase that was very in detail haha. It was awesome though.))

He took the gum, and thanked her. "Do you want half?" he asked. Her facial expression gave away her answer. "Nevermind, thank you." Max chewed the moist gum, and even though it was food it let out moisture that helped. They had walked the whole West side of the island now, and nobody was to be seen yet. The sun was directly above them now, which meant it was about noon. Max didn't want to get caught at night without anywhere to sleep or anything to eat.

Max turned around to Saphire and said, "It's almost the afternoon, and I don't know how soon it gets dark here. I think we should hold off looking for others for today, and go in to the jungle and look for food, water, and something to make shelter. Just overnight." He looked into the thick jungle. It looked infested with bugs, mosquitos and gnats, the most annoying. He really didn't want to go in there at all, but they had to if they wanted to find fresh water, and food. "What do you think?" he asked Saphire.

((lol i agree! xP))

Saphire looked at him. "Ok." She started to walk into the jungle and turned to him. "I will go look for firewood." She said as she started to scann around the jungle picking up bit and pieces of sticks. To be totally honest, she was NOT taking one step inside the jungle. He could, but she was staying here. She was picky with the sticks, only picking up sticks that had nothing on them. She bend down to look at them even closely. She only had about 6 sticks in her hands before she turned around. "Is this enough?" They weren't big, but they cerintally weren't small.

She was tired and wanted to bathe. "If you want to go inside the jungle... your going first." Her finger pointed towards the inside of the jungle. She really didn't hear much of the INSIDE part of his sentence, more rather like she diddn't want to hear. It made her kinda goofy if you think about it. She hated jungles, forests, woods, anything where something could sneak up on you and grab you. Though, in school, many of her class mates would call her emotionless, but from the this point, she looked emotionless, but sounded as if she was about 5 years old.

Max looked at the pile of sticks Saphire had gathered. He made a slightly dissapointed look. The sticks were a bit small, although they weren't having a feast or anything. A fire out of those sticks would do for cooking. "They will have to do. Just make sure they're not wet or green inside. Those won't burn."

Max looked into the dense jungle. He could here strange noises coming from inside. Up in the trees, he could see shadows of small animals, and leaves fluttering down every other minute from movement above. The jungle seemed like a giant deathtrap, and he could understand why Saphire wanted him to lead. Then again, Max didn't really want to lead either. Max had heard about the boa constricters, and other deadly snakes in jungles, and snakes freaked the hell out of him. "Uh, sure no problem." He hid the fear in his eyes from Saphire, trying not to show how deaply scared he was of the unknown thicket. He stepped his left foot in the jungle, making sure he wasn't stepping on any creatures or poison ivy/oak. "Look for fruit or berries. No red stuff though. I heard red is never good unless you know what it is."

Max began to walk quicker now, getting used to the forest, and not as scared anymore. Every few minutes, he would look back to make sure Saphire was still with him, and looked for fruit. "Damn it, where is all of the food?" he asked in a frustrated voice. His voice echoed through the forest, and Max quickly turned to the right of them. A dark figure ran behind the oversized bush leaves. Max rubbed his eyes and looked again. Nothing was there. "Did you see that?" he asked Saphire. "That was a person, wasn't it?"

Saphire quickly followed him, she held onto the hood of his sweat shirt, every now and then letting go. "Look for fruit or berries. No red stuff though. I heard red is never good unless you know what it is." SHe nodded towards that. Every now and then, she would stumble over some tree roots or sticks, thorns such like that and began to feel happy that she didn't where that skirt that she had just recently gotten. When she saw that he was getting frustrated she let go, and that is when he turned to the right and all she heard was rustling, and then Max rubbing his eyes.

"Did you see that?" He asked her. "That was a person, wasn't it?" She looked at him. "I don't know!" She quickly said. She grabbed his wrist and started to walk quickly. She kept stumbling. "I honestly don't want to find out." She said. This was the scariest thing she has been in her life. Hell, those haunted house that use to make her pee her pants when she was younger sounded about 100 times better than this. She kept walking quickly, one hand making sure that Max's wrist was in her hand, and the other, infront of her face, acting like a sheild for the low vines and sticks. She slid and stumbled, horriable walker in stuff like this. She kept walking untill she lost her footing and fell down inbetween some rocks and roots.

Before she fell, she had let go of his wrist and closed her eyes. She opened her eyes and her feet where in the shore of a small stream.

"Are you ok?" asked Max. He quickly bent down to help Saphire up and out of the stream. "Wait, a stream! Oh my god, you are the best!" Max lowered his voice mid-sentence, after remembering the figure. He didn't know if it was a man that was here before they arrived here, a survivor, or even a person. Max brushed off his thoughts and knelt down by the stream. He cupped his hands and scooped some of the water into his mouth. No salty taste. It was deffinately fresh. "Oh yes, thank you, thank you!" He couldn't help yelling at this time. He had been thirsty and was starting to think there wasn't water on the island.

Max ran over to Saphire who was brushing herself off and hugged her. "You're now my best friend on the island," he laughed. "If we could find something to keep the water in, then we could keep the water and bring it back to the beach. He cupped some more water in his hand and drank. Never had water tasted so good to him in his life. The thoughts about the man came back to his head. "What if that was a survivor of the crash. Or, or... someone that lives here. Maybe they could help us." He looked at Saphire for an answer.

Saphire watched as he raced to the stream. She couldn't help to laugh silently to herself. She watched at how excited he was before she started to look around. Before she knew it, she was ambushed by a hug from Max. "You're now my best friend on the island, if we could find something to keep the water in, then we could keep the water and bring it back to the beach." She made a spueaking noise as he did before he let go. She walked down to the water to get a drink of water. Though, she thought it would be a good idea to boil it to get rid of all the bacteria and stuff, but right now, she didn't care herself.

She cupped her hands together and got a drink. She sat down and kept on drinking. "What if that was a survivor of the crash. Or, or... someone that lives here. Maybe they could help us." She listened to him speak. She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe its not even human... maybe it was just your imagination from lack of water. Hillusanation.(If thats how you spell it. xP)" She looked at him before bending back down to get another hand full. She heard something. She knew that much. She got another sip before looking around. Nothing. There was nothing that she could carry the water with. Maybe it would be a good idea to drink their fill here and tomorrow they could go look on the beach and in the sea for something.

Max looked down and thought about what she said. "He knew something had frightened her too. He gave it up though, not wanting to discuss it anymore, as he could tell Saphire didn't want to either. Max could tell that Saphire didn't have any ideas about carrying the water. He didn't either.

"Well the sun's about to set, so maybe we should just go back to the beach, and start the fire," said Max. "I bet I could catch a fish out on the shore before it get's dark. I noticed a bunch of small ones visible in the water, but there were a few decent sized ones too." He looked around for a long sturdy stick. He finally noticed one that would do, across the stream. Max walked across and grabbed the stick. He bent it a bit to see if it was sturdy enough, and it was perfect for fish. He'd just have to sharpen it with a stone. All that they needed to decide on now was shelter. Max thought for a second and thought of all of the "Stranded on a Deserted Island" movies. The palm trees were much too high to get leaves from them, but the bushes had extremely large leaves, each probably 5 feet long.

"Hey, grab like four of those leaves," said Max to Saphire. He ran over and took four as well, and looked around. "Now, uh, which way is the beach?" Max hoped for dear god that Saphire knew where they were.

"Well the sun's about to set, so maybe we should just go back to the beach, and start the fire," He said. "I bet I could catch a fish out on the shore before it get's dark. I noticed a bunch of small ones visible in the water, but there were a few decent sized ones too." Saphire looked at him and got up. "Ok."
She watched as he searched for a stick and then walked across the stream and grabbed a stick. He walked back and she watched him as he started to talked about a shelter. He told her to go grab so leaves and she did. She grabbed quiet a few.
Thats when he looked at her and said, "Now, uh, which way is the beach?" She looked at him before turning into circles. She pointed to where they came from. "I think that way..." Though she wasn't for sure. She stepped to the side, her finger still pointing in that direction. "You lead." SHe said quickly, waiting for him to get in front of her.

Max hesitantely turned to the way she pointed, and looked back at her, trying to look for a clue on her facial expressions to if she was sure or not. "Well, if we're on an island, then there's probably beach all around, right?" he asked, even though he wasn't really expecting an answer. He picked up his large smooth leaves, and headed straight ahead. It took about ten minutes, and Max could finally see the sun setting against a purple and pink sky. It was probably around 5 or 6 and he was getting hungry from his usual routine of dinner at 6 or 7 pm.

Max began to run, but then remembered that Saphire was more hurt than he was. Max had been lucky enough to have few wounds anywhere, but he had forgotten about Saphire's shoulder wound. He slowed down again and turned around, "Sorry, I forgot..." They finally reached the beach, and Max looked around. The plane was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't recognize any of his surroundings. He turned to the right and saw the mass of rocks that was originally on their left. "You know, it doesn't matter where we are, atleast we're on the beach." He threw the leaves on the white sand floor with a satisfied grin on his face. Max had felt a bit accomplished for finding leaves, and was ready to build the shelter. He wasn't sure why he was so spunky and full of energy still. It was late, and it was safe to say that they had a rough day so far. "I'm going to go look for a rock to start sharpening the spear. Do you want to go look for some heaviesh sticks for the foundation of the shelter?" he asked Saphire.

He started to run and Saphire couldn't keep up. She wasn't so good at sports, especailly when you look at the fact that gym is her lowest grade, D-. Not so good. When he started to run, she couldn't keep up AND watch her footing, so she kept tripping and stumbling untill he slowed down. "Sorry, I forgot." She sure didn't. She started to catch up with him and soon they where on the beach, though it was unfamilliar, she had to agree what Max said. "I'm going to go look for a rock to start sharpening the spear. Do you want to go look for some heaviesh sticks for the foundation of the shelter?" He said. She nodded and turned around, picking up flat, thick boards of wood on the ground, and on her little search, she also picked up some few sticks that would be good for a fire.

She started to think of the last meal she had before she left. The crappy macronni and chips. Man, did that sound good. She found a small triangler rock on the ground when she saw two little yellow eyes looking towards her. Her reaction? A small yelp and she falls back, her woods and boards flying back also. The next thing you heard was a small growl and scampering and ruslting of the trees and leaves. She looked back at Max. "I think it would be a good idea to build a fire first..." She said in a small shaky voice.

Max chuckled, seeing Saphire fall back with the wood she collected flying in the air. It was almost something that you would see on an old cartoon. "Well, how about you work on the fire, and I'll go catch some fish," offered Max. He had finished the spear and started down to the shore. "Just call me if you see any other, uh, critters," said Max. He turned around and smiled. "Don't be surprised if I come back with a fifteen pound fish. I'm a pretty amazing fisherman," he yelled back to Saphire. He made it to the shore, and began to jab at the larger fish swimming around. Finally, he caught a medium sized orange and green long and fat fish. "Sorry little buddy, but you're going to a good cause." He took the spear out of the fish and threw it in the sand next to him.

As Max continued fishing, he suddenly heard a low groan to the left of him. Max turned to the noise and about ten yards away from him, he could see a figure lying on the beach. He dropped the spear and ran over to the, as he got closer, obviously a girl. He knelt down beside her and saw that she was losing blood on the side of her leg. Was she even alive. Max put his ear on to her chest to hear for a heart beat. He couldn't feel a deffinate one, but her body was warm. He felt the side of her neck, and felt a deffinate pulse. She was deffinately alive, but unconcious. "Oh god. I got you, hold on," he said. He knew she couldn't hear him, but he didn't really notice. He picked her up, and walked at as fast of a pace as possible back to Saphire.

"She's alive," said Max. "What do you think we should do?"

((If you don't like that we met you already Emily3456, then tell me and I'll forget this post.))

((Same here. :D well, i will edited. :P ))

Saphire blushed from frustration as he laughed at her. She grabbed a rock and chucked it over to him, though missing greatly. She growled as she turned around and picked up her wood and carried it over to where the fire was going to be. She dropped the woods and seperated them. She started on the fire, though, she was terriable at it. Before she knew it, Max came over with a girl, who was injured in the leg and all scratched up. She looked at her. "Put her down!" She took off her second shirt, now all she had was a tank top. She ran over to the shore and wet it. She ran back. "Uh... did what you did to me!" She said pushing her shirt into his arms. She had no idea what to do. What the hell was she? A doctor!?! She started to get nervous and worried about the girl. It was written all over her face.

Max hesitated when Saphire handed him the shirt with salt water on it. Fresh water would have been much better, but to keep anymore blood to come out, it was better than nothing. He rolled over Diana over, so he could see the gash. He dabbed the blood off, and then wrapped the shirt around her leg, and tied it tightly, but not too tight. "Luckily, she's not awake for this, or this would sting pretty bad." He looked around for a place with shade. Luckily there was more shade than usual because the sun was setting. "Let's put her back here in the shade, until she wakes up." Max picked her up again, making sure to not hurt any of the wounds, and layed her down on the sand in the shade of the tall trees. Max didn't recognize her as anybody he knew from school, but had seen her on the plane.

Max got up, and said, "I'm going to go finish catching the fish." He went back down to the beach and about twenty minutes later, returned to the camp with a leaf full of about four medium sized fish. "I think this will be enough, if we don't overdo it on the eating. Plus, we should save one for the girl, if she wakes up in time for dinner." With a sharp rock that he cleaned with salt-water, Max cleaned the fish, and removed any peice of meat he could find. He picked up the dead fish skeleton with guts hanging off of it. "We can just put the meat on a stick, and roast it over the fire, like marshemellows I guess," said Max. "I'm going to start on the shelter, before we eat, ok."