Creative Story: Desert Island The bright sun pierced my clouded eyelids as I made a feeble attempt to block the blazing rays of light with my trembling hand. Unsuccessfully, I closed my eyes tightly, blocking out the fireball hovering above me. When my consciousness returned in one painful shot, I slowly stood up, spitting out a mouthful of sand. With a quick look, I discovered an interesting fact. All my clothes were gone. Then the flood returned. Back on the SS. TUNA, I had heard a low rumble, and then the bridge had cracked under the force of what must have been a massive explosion. The last thing I could remember was the loud crash of the ship's hull, and then I passed out. The explosion must have burned my clothes and thrown me onto this desert island. How strange that my clothes were burned and I was left without a scratch. Shaking off the many questions my mind was bombarding me with, I decided to take a tour of the island and look for a possible escape route. "OH SHI-!" I stopped before swearing and looked down at my sore finger. I laboriously bent down and examined the ground around my feet, discovering a Sears catalog from 1922. Exhausted and hungry, I plucked a coconut from the single tree. I leaned against the palm tree, eating the coconut and leafing through the ancient catalogue. Thinking out loud, I muttered, “Man, I wish I had some clothes.” POOF! Magically I was wearing the latest fashion of 1922. Hmmm.......could it be? I browsed through the catalog until I found what I was looking for. POOF! “Wow, I’ve always wanted a bread box.” Curious as to what else I might find, I searched hard through the catalog, discovering that the sports equipment and hardware sections had been torn out, along with a coupon for the following year's catalog. I decided that I could use the magic catalog to leave the island........but how? BINGO! I wanted 20 tables, a kite with a VERY long string, a mattress, a belt, a bathtub, and a towel. First I plugged the tub drain with a towel, placed the mattress on top and floated it on the coral. Next, I stacked the tables, so they reached 60 feet high. Standing at the top of the stack, I flew the kite towards the coral and hooked it securely. Pulling the rope, I tied it around the table leg and wrapped the belt around it, forming a harness.