It was a thunderous, windy evening. I was resting in my comfortable hammock shaded by coconut laden trees. The sky looked as though God had spilled freshly made tomato soup all over it. There was a terrifying and threatening volcano, desperate to burst, and spill all the lava. In addition, there was a high cliff and an ancient cave. At a short distance, I spotted a gigantic sea vessel proudly exhibiting a flag with a sign of a Skelton. It was a frightful sight. It sent shivers down my spine. However, my eyes fell upon a pleasurable sight, a doe, a buck and a buckling were pulling the tufts of grass to satisfy hunger and I heard occasional bleats which meant small chit chat. I also saw wild pigs foraging for left over scraps of food.
Despite the unfavourable weather conditions, everyone was preparing for the midnight feast. It was scheduled for today under the illuminating glow of the glinting, glistening full moon. For the preparation of the feast all villagers were doing their assigned jobs. Some were cooking delicious, mouth-watering dishes, some were gathering fresh fruits, and others were collecting drift wood for the humongous bonfire, still others making costumes and masks that would be worn tonight. Everyone was busy with their work.
Breaking the silence of the area, a loud thud was heard by all of us. It sounded as though an enormous sea vessel had hit a boulder. Another thud was heard by us, this time louder. No one knew what it was. We were all confused. There was chaos all over.
BOOM!! It was louder than all sounds I had ever heard. It was the volcano! It had erupted! Fiery lava gushed out of the volcano, scorching everything in its path. The volcano scared the day lights out of us. We were all scared. Everyone ran helter-skelter. The age-old cave came in handy. We all took protection from the burning, molten lava in the cave.
The small cave was insufficient for the multitude of people. It was dusty as it was scarcely used. There were meagre food supplies, inadequate for all the people. The doctors were attending to the injured and bruised, others helping to clean and make arrangements for our stay in the cave.
All of a sudden I realised I had my phone with me. Immediately I called the Emergency Rescue Team. Unfortunately, as I was in the cave there was no signal! I was frustrated. I was the whole villages’ only hope. I gathered all my courage, my heart banging against my ribs I stepped out of the protective cave. I was standing on a levitated area near the cave. As soon as I stepped out my phone caught a signal. Straight away I called the Emergency Rescue Team. They picked up in the first ring. I told them about our situation. As I spoke I looked at the people in the cave all of them were grave, sad and some were crying. All I could do is hope and pray the trusted team would find a way to help us. My thoughts were disrupted by the voice of the speaker and the phone fell out of my hand! Oh no! What had I done? Now I had single headedly given away our only chance of survival.
There is always one thing a person should remember: ’Never underestimate a rescue team. They are professional life savers.’
After an hour or so we heard the hum of the helicopters propellers hovering in the air. Reluctantly but with much hope the chief of our island stepped out. We heard a shout of joy from outside. The chief yelled from outside, “They are here! The team is here to save us!”
Everyone in the cave was gleaming with joy.
One by one we were asked to come out and were escorted to a helicopter, which would then carry us to safety. It took us an half an hour or so to reach the closest island which was inhabited. Four helicopters carrying all the residents of Tiber Island reached safe and sound. We all uttered our silent prayers thanking God and asking him to bless all those souls who had helped us escape that atrocious and frightening island. We were brought to Achilles Island where we dwelled in safety.