Here is the story of being stranded on an island.
One day on the ship, a huge wind knocked the ship over and swept us into the deadly ocean. Luckily, we were close to land because each of us had found a log or branch to rest on. Unfortunately, they drifted back to the city while my friends and I were on an island.
"I wish we could go home," I sighed. At least since I loved to write stories, I had paper and a pen.
I scribbled furiously about being stranded and put it in a lost root beer bottle with a cork cap. "I'm taking you to the seas," I said.
Two weeks later, help arrived and we were safe and sound at home. It was a long story to tell, so I won't write the complete thing in any of my stories.