Emma was sitting in the cabin
of their yacht looking at the radar screen. 'Duncan, come and look at
this' she said to her husband who was looking out into the fog. 'What
is it, Emma?'
'According to the radar, it looks like we're near an island. But...
but there's nothing on the map. It looks big though.'
Emma's husband came down the wooden steps into the cabin. 'Take a
look,' Emma said. Duncan peered at the screen, 'You're right. It
looks like a coastline, but that's impossible, it must be a mistake.'
Back up on the deck of the
yacht the couple stared out into the fog looking for land. They were
just north of the equator in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, but far
from any shipping lanes, in calm tropical water. As there was no wind,
they were using their
small engine instead of their sails, slowly moving through the thick
fog.
'How is our depth?' asked Emma.
'No problem. We're still in deep water, but I'll keep checking it.'
replied Duncan.
Something appeared high above them. It was a cliff - a
high wall of
rock, covered in green tropical plants. At its top was a line of trees,
but no sign of human life. Everything was quiet.
Suddenly, 'Boom!' There was a
loud explosion in the sea about ten
metres from the boat. The boat shook and was covered with water. Again,
'Boom!' Another explosion, but this time much closer. 'Someone's trying
to kill us!' Emma screamed, 'We have to get off the boat, we'll
be
safer in the water.'
'No,' her husband shouted, 'Let's turn the boat around
and get out of
here.'