Wednesday, November 13, 2019
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.                        
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