Ending For Samphire By Patrick OBrien Essays -- Papers

Ending For Samphire By Patrick O'Brien 'As she pushed him, she felt her arms weak like jelly.' Molly knew the force of pushing this boy was too much for her tired arms, but he still fell downward, quite surprised by Molly's actions. On most occasions the boy would have felt embarrassed by being pushed over by a girl, but instead the boy stood up, stared at her and took his trustworthy chameleon and left. Molly really wanted to catch this figure up, but something, maybe her own pride, had pulled her back. Instead she went and sat down beside the palm tree, recollecting her thoughts on how to survive in this unknown island. She knew that she was the only one that survived in the plane crash, so where did the boy come from? And why was he accompanied by a chameleon? And why did she push him, when all he did was stare at her? These questions whirled around Molly's head until she went to a deep sleep. As the native boy left he felt only respect for Molly's action. It showed that she had a key strength of survival - courage. He knew that she is one to be respected if they ever meet again. For now though, his pet, which he names Lacey, was in desperate need for food, and he walked onwards to the lake of swamps. The lake of swamps was a lake that looked very abstract and gave a rancid stink, but still retained some of its beauty. The mystical them of the lake attracted the boy, as from generation from generation he has been taught from his tribe that there is a mystical creature that lives in the lake. The boy grabbed a small boulder and chucked it in the centre of the lake, which stunned most of the fish upwards onto the bank. The... ...outh, because the creature could sense if the human breathed underwater. But the boy could not take the girl upwards, because she was wriggling frantically, trying to kick her way out of the boy's grasp. The boy held on for dear life on her mouth, but she kept fighting frantically until suddenly she stopped. She rose above to the water as a motionless figure. The boy knew she was dead. At utter surprise of Molly's death and that the boy knew he had killed her, he shrieked in horror, tears rolling down his eyes against the floating water. What he forgot was the mystical swamp creature. He had motioned his mouth so the creature had grasped hold of him. The boy fought for escape, but he, like Molly, came to no avail. The creature, after one swirling motion of a hand, had knocked the boy out. The boy's vision went black.