An Island Adventure
Joining the others on the beach, you follow the pilot to the shoreline.
"Right then," he says, rolling up his trouser legs. "I say we all get in there and get whatever we can to make a boat. Being the greatest pilot in the entire world, I know quite a bit about planes and..."
"The greatest pilot in the world?" a passenger behind you scoffs. "Didn't you panic, press a button and eject all the fuel moments after the storm hit?"
"Shut up, Marc," the pilot mutters under his breath. "Anyway, you were co-pilot so I'm blaming you for everything. Thanks."
With that, the pilot wades into the ocean, pulling out bits of floating debris as he girs.
"I'm just doing this on my own, am I?" he shouts over his shoulder. "You all just sit there and watch me. It's fine. No, it's fine. I get it. I see you. I'm putting you on my list..."
You sigh, roll your eyes, and head into the water.
After an hour or so of scavenging, you all sit in the sand and watch as the pilot studies your findings.
"This is great!" he yells. "We can make something out of this, no sweat! Lucky we found that complete tool box with equipment suitable enough to make a boat, really."
He scoops down to pick something up.
"Hey, whose this little fella?"
He stands, waving something triumphantly in the air.
All of you look and stare in disbelief as you watch the pilot do a little dance, waving what he has found around his head, swerving from side-to-side and up-and-down.
"It's Henry, everyone!"
"Henry!" you all shout, glee on your faces and laughter in your voices.
"Oh," the pilot says, looking at the Henry the hoover toy he has in his hands. "His nozzle has come off. Silly Henry! What have you done with your nozzle?"
"I can see it!" you exclaim, leaping into the surf. "It's floating just there!"
You splash around, reaching for the nozzle, not realising you are moving further and further away from the beach.
It's as if the nozzle is tempting you, calling to you, commanding you. You cannot resist.
Soon, you are no longer wading but swimming.
You pursue the nozzle and soon you are far out to sea.
You make a grab and grasp it with your fingers. Success!
You turn and realise you are over two hundred metres away from the shore.
That's when you spot several fins circling you, dark shadows swirling beneath the water, as several sharks close in on you...
Your adventure is over and it's all Henry's fault!
"Right then," he says, rolling up his trouser legs. "I say we all get in there and get whatever we can to make a boat. Being the greatest pilot in the entire world, I know quite a bit about planes and..."
"The greatest pilot in the world?" a passenger behind you scoffs. "Didn't you panic, press a button and eject all the fuel moments after the storm hit?"
"Shut up, Marc," the pilot mutters under his breath. "Anyway, you were co-pilot so I'm blaming you for everything. Thanks."
With that, the pilot wades into the ocean, pulling out bits of floating debris as he girs.
"I'm just doing this on my own, am I?" he shouts over his shoulder. "You all just sit there and watch me. It's fine. No, it's fine. I get it. I see you. I'm putting you on my list..."
You sigh, roll your eyes, and head into the water.
After an hour or so of scavenging, you all sit in the sand and watch as the pilot studies your findings.
"This is great!" he yells. "We can make something out of this, no sweat! Lucky we found that complete tool box with equipment suitable enough to make a boat, really."
He scoops down to pick something up.
"Hey, whose this little fella?"
He stands, waving something triumphantly in the air.
All of you look and stare in disbelief as you watch the pilot do a little dance, waving what he has found around his head, swerving from side-to-side and up-and-down.
"It's Henry, everyone!"
"Henry!" you all shout, glee on your faces and laughter in your voices.
"Oh," the pilot says, looking at the Henry the hoover toy he has in his hands. "His nozzle has come off. Silly Henry! What have you done with your nozzle?"
"I can see it!" you exclaim, leaping into the surf. "It's floating just there!"
You splash around, reaching for the nozzle, not realising you are moving further and further away from the beach.
It's as if the nozzle is tempting you, calling to you, commanding you. You cannot resist.
Soon, you are no longer wading but swimming.
You pursue the nozzle and soon you are far out to sea.
You make a grab and grasp it with your fingers. Success!
You turn and realise you are over two hundred metres away from the shore.
That's when you spot several fins circling you, dark shadows swirling beneath the water, as several sharks close in on you...
Your adventure is over and it's all Henry's fault!
