The island didn't look far away, and I felt sure that I could reach it.

As I was
lost in the middle of the vast ocean for the past three days, rowing
continuously with an empty stomach with the least hope of surviving, with
the blurry vision my eyes focused on a floating piece of land far away, and I
was filled with immense hope. I started rowing the boat faster and faster,
but suddenly the clouds turned darker and the waves became rougher, my
stomach dropped when I saw a huge wave crawling towards me. When I
opened my eyes, I was lying helplessly on a hard surface with a crab sitting
upon me, it was the first time I believed miracles do happen. There was
plenty of food to fill my stomach, I drew a big SOS I around the island, and
soon in 3 days a helicopter passing by noticed it, and I was rescued. The
best feeling was meeting my family after 10 days and telling them my
grvalorlour story of mine. I am never going on an adventure again.