Ending For Samphire By Patrick OBrien Essays -- Papers

Ending For Samphire By Patrick OBrien As she force backed him, she felt up her arms weak same(p) jelly. Molly knew the force of pushing this son was too much for her well-worn arms, still he still fell downward, quite astonishmentd by Mollys actions. On most occasions the male child would have felt mortified by being pushed over by a girl, scarce alternatively the boy stood up, stared at her and took his trustworthy chameleon and left. Molly really valued to catch this figure up, but something, maybe her own pride, had pulled her back. Instead she went and sit down down beside the palm tree, recollecting her thoughts on how to survive in this unknown island. She knew that she was the plainly one that survived in the plane crash, so where did the boy come from? And why was he accompanied by a chameleon? And why did she push him, when all he did was stare at her? These questions whirled around Mollys head until she went to a deep sleep. As the n ative boy left he felt only respect for Mollys action. It showed that she had a key strength of survival - courage. He knew that she is one to be respected if they ever meet again. For now though, his pet, which he names Lacey, was in desperate need for food, and he walked onwards to the lake of soaks. The lake of swamps was a lake that looked very abstract and gave a rancid stink, but still retained some of its beauty. The mystical them of the lake attracted the boy, as from generation from generation he has been taught from his kinfolk that there is a mystical creature that lives in the lake. The boy grabbed a small boulder and chucked it in the centre of the lake, which stunned most of the weight upwards onto the bank. The... ...outh, because the creature could sense if the human breathed under piddle. But the boy could not take the girl upwards, because she was wriggling frantically, trying to kick her means out of the boys grasp. The boy held o n for dear life on her mouth, but she kept fighting frantically until suddenly she stopped. She rose above to the water as a motionless figure. The boy knew she was dead. At utter surprise of Mollys death and that the boy knew he had killed her, he shrieked in horror, crying rolling down his eyes against the floating water. What he forgot was the mystical swamp creature. He had motioned his mouth so the creature had grasped hold of him. The boy fought for escape, but he, like Molly, came to no avail. The creature, after one swirling motion of a hand, had knocked the boy out. The boys vision went black.