treasure island sort of.....another one chapter story

It's easy to write the first chapter. How in heck do I get more .....tell me.

 

The boat is floating out in the water, but moving slowly with the current. Steve is standing on the bank of the small island and I am waist deep in the glades and cattails. We look at each other. We are perhaps one hundred feet from each other. Watching the boat, its prow is sticking up. It seems to know that it is abandoning us. It turns slowly all the way around as the current pushes it out into the open water.

 

Then, just like that Steve made the decision. He was tearing his clothes off, tearing his sneakers off. Throwing them to the ground. He dove so fast and with hard determination toward the boat. It seemed that the decision and the action came all at once,  and at the same time. Then he was splashing his arms over his head. Kicking hard.

 

It was never but a moment, I was holding on to.

I was watching as my best friend threw himself out into the lake after the boat. The boat was moving it seemed just slightly faster than Steve, and then it was not. Steve was losing inches and then feet on the boat. He and the boat were moving out into the wide lake. The boat was too far to reach. Steven stopped. He layed back on the water toward the island. It would have been impossible if he went too far. He would be too tired to make it back to the island. The water lay flat everywhere, and seemed all too

 

Fatal.Then as he turned, there appeared an object coming from the boat it seemed. It had crossed quickly in the water leaving a shimmer of a trace of something, a wake behind it. It was making patterns in the water; I thought what kind of fish was it. Then realized it wasn’t a fish.

 

 

The snake was black and was raising up off the surface. Its head seemed to be doing that. And it was coming right for Steve. He didn’t see it. And anyway, what good would it do. And so there was nothing to do, and so, because of that I had to do something.

 

I leaped out into the water carrying the knife. I hadn’t cut May fronts anyway, and now, here I was with the only weapon that we carried on this trip.

 

And so, there I went flung out into the water, headed as near as I could reckon, right behind Steve. I was shouting and making such a fuss,in spurts since my voice kept failing as I took stroke after stroke with water being swallowed,so gargled that Steve actually stopped in the water. No! No! I shouted, and then he saw the snake. He turned and did the only thing that by then he could do, and that was to throw his arms out and try and get it before it got him.

 

I was coming, but would maybe be too late. He had it now by its neck, if a snake even has a neck. And I was coming with the knife blade held up p in the water. I swam one armed, doing a floundering doggy paddle, arriving as Steven and the snake went down under the water together. I raised my arm up ready to strike the snake, but couldn’t get a good lie on it. I didn’t want to hit Steve. Finally and the snakes back came into view, and as Steve tried to throw the snake away from himself kike something horrid and vile, I swung hard at the snake. It riled the snake. I finally did more than glance a blow,  I hit it and it thrashed with pain. Another chop, and another. Then the snake attacked me. I tried to out run it. But my purpose and my turning could not get me away and finally the snake struck. It struck and landed its bite on my shoulder. I felt as it were, and went down into the water with a snake hitched to my body. It was so terrifying I left out a scream down in the water. The snake would not let go, and I could not shake him loose.

 

I sank into the opaque darkness of the rivers’ mouth. A black snake had taken its victim down toward death. Then, like light, as I saw it, as if the surface of the water far above had some powerful light in it. there came Steve, a straight dive down at me. With the knife.

 

I cannot recall how I lost the knife or if it floated, though it may have half floated with the wooden handle keeping it up, anyway, down he camel with the knife. He looked angry, his body was resigned, and angry and it took but a few seconds and he had cut the snake nearly in two. There was a soft coughing sound next. And I found myself lying on a beach,

The snake was there, and Steve .

 

(One foot on the snakes head, something dangerous…. vengeance, and like some Indiana Jones pose steven was standing beside a fire on the beach, naked but for his underwear, his lost shirt and pants having somehow floated away. Here we were in the middle of Lake Champlain someplace, abandoned, ship-wrecked, or at least ship-LOST. How did he get a fire started? Where were we, was this some lost spot where we would have to live many years waiting for rescue? Now we were certainly having the adventure we originally had hoped for. ) 

 

Next days writing:: how do you continue? ??????????????? someone want to add anything, go right ahead.

 

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Reviews

[Lizbeth]

This was a really good read, fast-moving and some nice surprises.
Two phrases I particularly liked: the first was "it seemes to know it that it is abandoning us," (I grew up with a boat in the family :) and the second was the one about the "Indiana Jones pose."
Hope you will continue.
Lizbeth