“As I came to, I was aware of hot sun shining down on me. Then a gentle movement and strange squawking sounds. My mouth was dry and it was difficult to open my eyes. Then I felt the dreadful thumping inside my head . All I could remember was someone breathing loudly in my ear, then a huge crack on the back of my head before everything went dark.
That was five days ago. I’ve been counting as the sun goes down and rises again. Five days, alone on a tiny boat in the middle of the open ocean. My only companions, the seagulls that swoop down every time I try to eat some of the dry bread left for me in an old rucksack, along with five litres of water under the canopy that’s kept the hottest of the sun off my dry, burning skin.
I’m guessing my uncle may have something to do with all this. He’s a strange man who had me forced upon him when Mum and Dad had to race off to Scotland to visit my sick grandma. Uncle Wesley’s never liked me. He says I’m clueless. He’s very organised, knows everything – or thinks he does, and now I believe he’s set me this challenge to make me more focussed and smarter. In the rucksack there were five clues and five items to help me find my way back to land. Here’s the story of how I used them and how much I changed on my great watery adventure…”