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Adventure in the Ocean

The sun shone brightly on the silver sands of the beach. We were excited to take on the blue waters of the ocean. Hiring a motorboat for the day we set out on the sojourn to travel across the ocean to the adjacent island. I had packed a few cakes, chips and lots of water for the day. This was our long awaited adventure. The summer vacations made sure our wait came to an end. Raj, me and Vikram had decided to go on an adventure trip to Australia. Being one of the driest, and hottest countries in the world we were up against adverse weather conditions. But on the contrary people in Australia were amazing with their wit and a happy go lucky attitude. Our tour guide Clara ensured that we were on time and through with every formality. “I am going to rip apart the waters. Come on boys.” Raj said as he was ecstatic to ride the boat.

Strapping on the life jacket, put on the sunglasses we got ourselves on the boat. Raj revved up the engine as we zoomed into the blue waters. My heart was beating along a bit louder as I was soaking in the sense of adventure. I could feel the breeze brushing past my hair and the warmth of the sun caressing me. “I am trying to find my way...” Vikram hummed while strumming his guitar, We followed along. “It been amazing sailing guys,” I said. “Sailor Raj keep moving along forty-four degree north latitude. I can see the island right in front of us.” Vikram said. “Aye Aye Captain,” Raj said. As I turned to pick up a can of cola we collided against something. I tumbled down on the floor of the boat. Vikram lost the grip of his guitar as they both went down, Vikram in the boat and guitar in the ocean. I looked up to see Raj, but he was not on the boat. He had tumbled out of the boat and was lurking in danger as the Shark which had attacked our boat was coming back to feast on him.

I should have taken that Shark Attack Survival 101 seriously, I thought. “Too late buddy,” Vikram said reading through my mind. I took out the rescue tube and aimed it towards Raj who was all over the place in the water somehow managed to get his hands on to it. “Raj wear it like a hula loop,” I said as Vikram started the engine and accelerated the boat. Raj was holding on to the tube as tightly as he could but we had to get him on the boat as soon as possible. He throttled the accelerator at full speed as the shark was closing in on Raj and suddenly he put the breaks on. Raj sped across cutting through the water and came near to the boat thanks to the momentum. We had saved Raj or at least the momentum had. The shark was furious with our attempts to disrupt its party came again to tumble our boat. But Vikram throttled the accelerator and entered the shallows near the island. Shark knew it had missed its prey and withdrew from its pursuit. We reached the island and got off the boat. We couldn’t believe that we had escaped the jaws of death. “That was an adventure worth remembering for a lifetime,” I said. “I can feel its cold breath,” Raj said still recovering from the shock. “I am not going to enter those waters anytime soon,” Vikram said. We spent rest of the day thanking almighty and having sumptuous food by the beach.

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