His body was no longer lined with silver. His eyes were crusted with sand and his body was covered in scars. He felt the waves underneath him overpower him. He squinted his eyes open, and was almost blinded by the brightness of the sun. I had been two days, no three, since he had last opened his eyes. Since he had felt the waves, and the breeze, the sun, the sea, and life. The wheels of his brain slowly began to turn and he was thinking once again. "Where am I," was his first thought. "What happened," "Why is the sun so bright," "why do I feel so stiff". He moved his hand slowly and quickly realized there was no water beneath him. "Wood," he thought. "But how?"
"It's alive!" a voice cried out. Simon finally regained the strength to move his head. He squinted up at the thin bearded man standing above him. "He's alive captain!" the bearded man said once more.
"Help him up!" a voice bellowed out from underneath the floorboards. A few more men dressed in white rushed over to Simon. They helped him up. Simon hadn't realized how tall he'd grown since he'd landed on the island. He was twelve years old and just two heads shorter than the tallest crew member. Simon examined his surroundings. "I'm on a boat," he thought. Suddenly a tall figure dressed in white appeared from underneath the poop deck. His white suit was decorated with an assortment of flags.
"Who are you young man?" the deep bass voice bellowed.
"I'm Simon," Simon almost whispered, he forgot how long it had been since he last drank water.
"Where are you from?"
"I'm british sir, but I just came from off the island."
"Island?"
Simon remembered that the island was uncharted and that no one new about it. He explained what had happened to him and his friends on the island. He was afraid that the captain would laugh at him thinking he had drank too much sea water, but was surprised by the captain's dominating composure.
"An island you say," the captain repeated as if far away. "Jetson!" A young man around the age of 23 appeared. "Take one of the small boats. You and Collens need to go find this island, and bring back the surviving boys." The two sailors hurried off and immediately tied off their small rescue boat. They disappeared past the horizon. Simon began thinking again.
"Rescued?" he accidentally said out loud.
"What did you say boy?" asked the captain. He peered at Simon suspiciously.
"They're going to be rescued? Simon said a little more certain.
"Yes." said the captain a bit confused.
Simon ran to the front of the great ship and cupped his hands around his mouth. "You're going to get back alright!" he cried with all his might. "See, I told you. You're going to be alright." Simon began to laugh to himself. Suddenly the world grew dim, the hot sun consumed him, and he fainted.
"You'll get back alright," he muttered before being engulfed in the sun's rays. "You'll get back."
Simon felt warmth surge through his body, it was peaceful and gave him great satisfaction. "Kid!" screamed the captain. It was too late. Simon had already ascended into the sky, and wrapped himself in sun.