I was
reminiscing with my
grandchildren one day about the day of September
5,
1988. I, Juan Lopez, a local shrimp
boatman had shipwrecked
on a little
deserted island. I was about 988 miles off the
coast of
Puerto Vallarta Mexico. I
told them how I had washed up on the shore. While I was
catching my breath, I
hurried to my feet to gather my washed up
supplies brought
in with the tide. I knew that I was
going to
be
stranded for a while on the
island, because I told my family I would
not
come
home for one month. I
needed to bring a boat full of shrimp and
fish to
market
for money which my
family needed. So my family and the local
port
patrol
would not send out a
search and rescue party till after the
month had
finished.
While I was
collecting my thoughts and supplies, I gazed over
the
beach
front in search of a
spot to make a temporary shelter
because
night
time was quickly
approaching.
After
I collected my
belongings, I proceeded to build a makeshift
shelter and fire for
the night. However, in the morning I
wanted to scout the island
for food, water and
materials for my stay on
the island. As
morning drew near, I was
dreaming I was at home in my bed and
could smell breakfast
and coffee lingering in the air to draw me out
of bed. Then as I
awoke I had the tropical sun glaring
bright into my eyes
so I sat
up only to see a
macaw parrot sitting on my left foot nipping
at my big
toe. I
tried to swoosh him
away, but the macaw just hopped down and
waddled
to the
side of me, looking
curious at me and my camp supplies. Next, I
turned
around
to sort through my
supplies: I had 16 cans of pinto beans,
two
large
Ziploc baggies of beef
jerky and Oreo cookies, a knife, a small
shovel,
a
partially drenched first aid
kit, a ball of fishing line, a torn off
corner
of a
fishing net, a waterproof
lantern flashlight, and one small box of
waterproof
matches.
Well,
I knew this was
not going to last me for a month. So
I gathered
up the torn
piece of fishnet to make a carrying pouch
and loaded some gear and
food for the day. I
headed off towards the sunrise, and surveyed
the landscape in
search of the things that I needed. As I
continued to walk,
probably about 2
hours to my knowledge, I had already
collected some
coconuts,
berries, natural
spring water, wild onions and some tree nuts
for
my meals
for at least five
days worth. When I finished surveying the
island today, I
would go back to the
campsite and set a fish line so that I could eat some fish for
supper
tonight. As
I looked ahead about 500 feet in front
of me, I
noticed
a cave dwelling just
off to my left. So I started
to hike towards its
entrance
and when I reached
it, I stooped down to get my lantern
flashlight out so I could see
what
lay ahead of me in this
cave. I slowly walked into the cave and
not
fearing
for my life, I
stumbled over something on the cave floor. When
I regained my footing,
I turned
around and shone my
light on what I had tripped over. I
found
a
peculiar book of sorts, so
as I reached down to grab it while taking
a seat on
a rock
near by .
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Book
Information:Celtic Attic
My Story
book tells about Juan's adventure about being shipwrecked on a
island and how he found a magical fairy book inside a cave.
During his
stay on the island, he encounters many different famous fairies and
they tell their life history to Juan for him to receive an reward
at the end.
The first story is how Juan finds the magical book in cave and has his
first encounter with his first fairy named Tinker
Bell. Second, Juan and his
bad tooth are visited by the Tooth Fairy.
In the third
story he is visited by a mean little Puck
that gives a smelly present for bothering him. My last stories involve a lovesick King, and an Ugly Pooka. The final story to end my storybook will
be a
beautiful fairy Queen that will
help Juan get off the island and
safely back home.
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