The Camping Trip

THE CAMPING TRIP

Jones and John weren’t very ordinary. Their parents also let them do anything they wanted. Jones and John always wore matching sweaters. Also, they hated to do schoolwork and homework. The brothers were near-sighted from video gaming a lot, and they had to wear glasses. They both had black hair. John was fifteen, and Jones was six.

One time when they went camping in Mexico, they had a dangerous adventure. They were river rafting on a piranha-infested watercourse when they noticed a piranha in their boat. John, who thought he knew lots about handling piranhas, started poking it. The brothers held the piranha still, tied it up, and threw it into the river; the piranha pulled their boat through the waterway until a big hungry crocodile snapped it up.

After there “boat-puller” was eaten, the boat splashed to a halt and began to shudder violently. Jones saw a ton of crocodiles biting at the sides of the boat. The boat was shuddering, and Jones bounced up for a second. When he knew the boat could have held up no longer, he threw their Ziploc bag full of meatballs behind them, and they escaped in the boat.

Soon after the crocodiles left, they realized that they had missed the only “Return a Boat” station and were now headed into the unknown. John saw a waterfall up ahead, which meant nothing good. All of them had heard stories of people who died falling down waterfalls. Suddenly, the kids broke into a cold sweat. Their hands were trembling.

Jones cried out “I want my mommy!” John however, looked around cautiously.

Just in time, John noticed parachutes in the raft in case they went off a cliff. They put them on and jumped off the raft quickly, for they did not want to plummet down the waterfall. John spotted an island, and headed directly for it.

When John landed, he noticed that Jones was missing. In the distance, he saw a parachute with a person slowly drifting towards the big orange, yellow, and red horizon.

Suddenly, it hit him: he had not informed Jones of the island. To the other side of him he noticed fires and tents. John got out his binoculars for sighting birds and saw their own magnificent campsite.

He looked toward Jones one last time. Jones had almost no hope; he was going into the open sea. Actually, he had some hope. John sent up a flare he had forgotten about, and a rescue boat came two minutes later. Jones had to be saved. John informed the surprised captain of this, and the captain quickly maneuvered toward Jones.

When the last miniscule bit of hope was almost gone, Jones’ shirt was caught on the tall antenna pole. John came out and rescued Jones from flying off the pole. Jones was happy and hyper. John was not. John gave Jones a long lecture.

Then, instead of listening to the lecture John gave, Jones jumped around the boat, and eventually fell down from exhaustion saying, “I’m alive! I’m alive! I’m alive!” Instead of falling on the boat, he fell off the boat. He stood in the air for a second, looked down, and gulped. He fell right on the tip of a spiked rock. His face turned as red as a very ripe strawberry. His mouth was opened up so big he could swallow the Great Wall of China.

He reminded himself, depressed, “Never fall on a rock.”

In the meantime, John didn’t know what happened until he noticed that Jones was missing again. He rolled his eyes, and told the captain what happened.

After that, the captain got kind of mad, waving his hat around, pounding the windows, and saying, “I hate this job!” John was calmer; he pushed the captain’s wheelchair out of the control room, locked the door, and turned backward toward Jones.

He saw Jones doggy paddling around in the water. He came out of the control room and pulled him to safety.

The captain, however, was drunk. He had gotten a bottle of whisky and drank it in a matter of seconds. He swam to the bottom of the boat, and pulled the gas hatch out because he was drunk.

After that, gas spilled everywhere, and the boat started to sink because water started filling the gas container. The captain passed away in the gas. Jones did not notice and accidentally dropped a match he was playing with in the water, igniting it. John found a dynamite six-pack in the boat. He tied it to the back of the boat, where it was ignited by the burning water. The boat propelled itself to shore. The kids made their way back to the camp, and started packing everything up. After all, it was a tiring day. Sadly, they could never find their sleeping bags.

Jones said, “I don’t like to sleep anyway.”

When they looked into their house, John smacked himself in the face. There, right in their backpack, was their phone and sleeping bags.