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Tim
could see the shore clearly now.
There was along sandy beach fringed with
tall palm trees. Heavy dark rocks dotted the sand. Any minute now,
thought Tim, this boat will be wrapped around one of those rocks. And
I'll be dead.
He let go of the wheel and dropped to the
floor, wedging himself against the cabin, preparing for the impact. Then
he remembered Grk. He looked up.
Grk was lying in the middle of the floor,
panting, completely unaware that in five or ten seconds from now, his
world would be turned upside down.
"Come here," yelled Tim.
Grk lifted his head, stared at Tim and
blinked.
"Come on!" shouted Tim.
Grk panted.
"Come here!" shouted Tim. "Right now!"
Grk blinked and panted.
Tim opened his mouth to shout again, but
before he could utter a single word, the boat lurched violently. There
was a terrible bang, followed by the loudest screech that Tim had ever
heard.
The boat cut through the shallow water
surrounding the island and rammed into the beach. Momentum sent it
shooting out of the water onto the sand.
Tim was thrown backward, then forward. He
tried to grab something for support, but his fingers couldn't get a grip
on anything. He spun round the bottom of the boat, thumping every part
of his body.
Metal roared. Sand crunched. Water splashed.
The boat shook and shuttered and slammed into the trunk of a tall palm
tree. The front of the boat buckled and broke. Tim and Grk were tossed
forward by the impact, then thrown backward.
Tim smacked his head against a cupboard door
and slumped to the floor with a terrible groan. His eyes rolled in their
sockets and he lost consciousness.
Grk spun across the floor, rolled one way,
then the other, and came to a standstill in the bottom of the boat, his
four legs spread-eagle.
Then the coconuts fell on them. |