|Lost, But Not Alone
Author: ThornWolf the Loyal PM
My own take on Lost in Blue. When John's plane crahes on an island, he finds out that he's not the first one there, and that previous someone is still there!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Humor - Chapters: 16 - Words: 18,849 - Reviews: 26 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 01-18-08 - Published: 08-13-07 - id: 3721002
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Finally I have a new idea! Yay!! other people: ookay… It was inspired by Lost in Blue 2, but very few of the events actually match up to the game itself. Hopefully this one will turn out the way I want it to.
Disclaimer: I do not own LIB 1 or 2. If I did, this story would be the newest game and not just the writings of an inexperienced author.Chapter 1: Crash
This is GREAT! thought an over excited teenage boy, John. He ran his fingers through his spiky black hair and leaned back in his seat, his backpack in his lap. He was traveling to Madagascar with his science class to study the animals and plants of the isolated island. When his teacher had offered a volunteer trip there, he originally didn't want to go. But when he saw that his crush had signed up, he wasted no time at all. Maybe I'll get a chance to talk to Shelby. Usually she ignores me, but maybe she'll pay more attention to me now.
The plane's pilot interrupted his thoughts. His voice sounded thoroughly bored. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are heading toward some slightly turbulent air. The plane may get bounced around a little bit, but there's no need to worry, thank you."
No sooner had the pilot finished his droning when the bottom of John's stomach fell out of him. The plane went up and down like it was being used as a maraca. Suddenly the plane dropped like a stone.
The pilot's voice came on again, this time panicked. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have lost one of the engines and we are making an emergency water landing. Please remain calm and-" His voice was lost in the din of people shouting. The plane fell through the clouds and into an awful storm. The wind blew the plane off to the side. John looked out of the window and realized the wind was blowing them toward land. Fumbling with his seatbelt, he looked around trying to find a recognizable face among the people rushing around him.
"John!" He looked around frantically for who had called his name. "John!" He could hear snippets of what the pilot was saying. "Water…Evacuate…Crash…Land…" John was terrified. He couldn't find his class, and he had no idea what was going on.
Suddenly, Shelby appeared in the chaos. John threw his backpack on and leapt forward, hoping that she was with the others. The screech of metal on rocks met his ears, and then the sensation of falling. The plane hit water, and his world went completely black.
Sand…thought John miserably. He felt as though a herd of elephants had performed Lord of the Dance on his back. Bright…Sand…He rolled onto his back. Sun…Tree…Palm tree…John shot straight up, his exhaustion forgotten, and looked up again. Palm tree, he thought again helplessly. Next to him was his backpack. Pulling it over, he looked inside. Soggy notebook, pens, an empty water bottle, and a penknife. No food, he thought as he put it on.
John carefully got to his feet and looked around. He was standing on a long beach and looking out at the ocean. To his left and right were steep cliffs. He slowly turned around. He was looking at the trunk of a palm tree. At first it didn't register. He blinked, then shook his head and walked around it. His foot hit something, and John fell with a startled shout. Looking back, he saw a coconut near his foot. While he was staring at the offending fruit, his stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since…since before he had even gotten on the plane.
Plane! John jumped up and looked around again. He couldn't see anyone else, only part of the plane's wing. "Hello?" John shouted. The wind and his stomach were the only things that answered him. He looked back at the coconut. Sighing, John picked it up, broke it open, and ate his first, and hopefully not last, meal on the island.