Never alone

I was on a cruise with my parents when a storm hit...the waves bashed agianst the boat and shook it side to side, I fell overboard and hit my head, I blacked out. When I awoke I was unaware of my surroundings, atleast I was until I looked around, I was on an island, who knows how far from home. I tried to call my parents but, no service, I climbed trees to get higher...still, no service. I began to think about what I would be doing if I were to be at home. Watching tv, calling my friends or playing oitside. I began to cry knowing that those I was once with are no longer beside me, I was all alone, just me, my thoughts and miles of ocean. Or so I thought, I heard music blaring. Was this a vacation island or a teenage rave party. I moved towards the music and what I saw had me speechless. It was a cruise...but it didnt go to my home,in England. It went to America...I began to loose hope I thought it was all over and i would be here until I die. But I emembered what my mother once told me, she said "there is always a way home" I clung on to thhe small phrase knowing that it might not be true, but it gave me hope knowing that I might make it home