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I smiled, smelling sea salt all around me. It had taken a number of weeks to convince 

Father to go on the fishing trip, as he was very busy. I patted Jeff, who was sitting 

next to me, on the head. The moment couldn't be complete without Jeff.

Storm clouds appeared near the horizon, and a northern wind pushed it towards us. It 

began to rain buckets of water from the sky, and pretty soon, Father and I had to bail. 

A wave hit the boat and knocked all of   us overboard. I grabbed onto the emergency 

kit, which had also fallen in the water. I saw Jeff with his paws over a piece of 

driftwood, and, following his example, grabbed one myself.

We found a piece of driftwood, and floated ashore. We ran up the beach toward a forest that 

was visible. "Lucky find" I say. Father nods in agreement. After   exploring the forest, we find 

a little clearing

We looked at what was around us and what was still in the emergency kit. There was a stream that 

moved fast enough to be same to drink. There were many nuts and wild berrys. Father and I gathered 

up wood and started a fire, as night was approaching quickly.

We laid under the stars that night. I stayed awake, tending the fire, until it was 

Fathers watch. Our first night in the wild.

We gathered nuts and berrys for breakfast. Jeff caught 2 squirrels! We cooked one 

of them in a stew with nuts and wild onions, and gave the other one to Jeff. 

"Father", I said, "I think it would be good to start work on a lean-

to. We discussed where it would go, and finally decided the best 

place was near two trees. We began work on it, and finished   the 

skeleton by nightfall.

By the next day, the lean-to was finished, covered with leaves to 

protect against rain and snow. I realized that our first priority was 

to signal for help. Father and I made a campfire on the beach, 

which we could make burning wet leaves, which would make black 

smoke.

"It's a good thing we finished the lean-to when we did" I whisper, as I watch the 

rain. "We would have gotten very wet." Jeff barks, almost as if he can understand 

me. 

The next day, the forest was very wet. I had a problem lighting the fire in the 

morning, as all the wood was damp. There were several muddy areas that we 

needed to avoid, and we needed to make a new campfire, as the river had flooded.

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