Is being stuck on an island with your fiancé good? For 5 months? And with only 10 sets of McDonalds? Let's see... Way Before The Ship Was Shipwrecked
" Will we make it in time to the island for the wedding, Captain?" the dainty and beautiful Miss Summer Larrison asked with worry. "Aye, don't you worry, my little button. Captain will make sure you and Shawn make it in time. And everyone will have..uz..how do you call it..biz smilz?" the captain said with a Russian accent. "Thank you so much for doing this, Russel. You know you can come to the wedding if you want to." she said and smiled at him. "No. Mixz Summerz, I inzist on not coming. " the captain said with dignity. Everyone knew Summer was the most beautiful and kindest soul in the world..or just their neighborhood. And the captain had a crush on her, just like everyone else. "Well..okay. But you have to promise me, everyone on this cruise will be okay?" Summer asked, full of concern. "Aye. " Just then, Mike Favray came up. As Summer's fiancé, he was a rich, handsome, kind-hearted but fun-loving person. "Hello, Russel! Summer, dear!" he was just 18, like Summer, but they both loved each other and wanted to get married at 12...
Summer ran over the lines of the ship. Suddenly, they hit a few jagged rocks. "Captain!" But it was too late. Everyone was laying dead, drowned. Except Mike. He was wrapping his arms around his wife, almost crying. Why had God spared them?