I can't do this Bobby thought. It was pure chance! What if I were going in the wrong direction? I didn't have a compass to know where I was going! This plan could be bad. But it could be good. I had to believe it was good. It had to be good!
Time was running out. Bobby needed to do this or not. It was decided.
He would do it! It had to be done no matter how it turned out. He missed his family and being home where he felt comfortable and could play with his friends. He even started missing the kids he didn't like.
He walked down to the raft. Bobby could not see him on that raft. Days later on the ocean with only his mind to deal with? What would he do?
He made a plan.
Every day to swim. Every day to exercise. Every day to think happy thoughts! Let the trip be fun instead of something miserable. That was it! Make this an adventure!
Bobby started this with a new thought. He was ready to go. The sh were tied down on the raft. Coconuts and water were saved. The roof on the raft was secure and blocking the sun. His tools were tied down and ready to use. Bobby went up the hill to ll coconut shells with as much water as he could and drank until he could not drink anymore.
Pushing off the raft he looked around. This was home he felt but not his real home back in Melville. He pushed off in the direction he felt was the best and waited for currents to take him. He had his palm tree paddle but the current was moving him. Something was bothering him.
“I need to pray!”
Snickers!
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