This is a camp story based on something that actually happened.
As we were on the plane travelling to Coolamaton, the engine suddenly stopped and everyone started panicking. “Everyone please stay calm,” the airhostess said as calmly as she could, trying to hide the fact that she was terrified. Soon after that we found ourselves falling from about seven kilometres above the ground.
On the ground we found ourselves in a place with many obstacles and our pilot, badly wounded was in a small cave. We decided to save the pilot because he had maps of this area.
Inside the cave was pitch black and only one person could fit in it, fortunately we had our night vision goggles. To get the pilot out safely we had the smallest passenger, Jeremy to go in. Inside the cave was extremely dangerous with electric nets everywhere.
While Jeremy was crawling through the cave we yelled instruction to him, the problem was that some of us were yelling completely different instruction. While some yelled “Left!” others yelled, “Right!” It must have been very hard for Jeremy with all the different instructions. In the end Jeremy finally managed to get the pilot out safely.
“As I fell my maps fell into a maze by the lake,” said the pilot named Jack. We decided to look for the map. After a few minutes of walking we came across a lake with a maze on the side of it. By the time we reached the lake we saw blinding lights all over the maze so we all put on blindfolds so we won’t be blinded.
Even though we had blindfolds we still managed to find the map piece and get out by using a smart technique, we put our right hand on the maze and followed and kept of walking. Now with the map we knew where to go.
The next place we went to was the quick sand. In the quick sand we found wooden poles sticking out which we used by cutting trees and making a bridge. At the end we found a note stating, “Remember this code and it will take you far, CRHOIACSKTEN”
After some more walking we found ourselves in bushland. In the bushland we found some weapons including longbows and arrows. We collected these items in case of an emergency.
As we travelled closer to the teleporters the journey became increasingly dangerous. Soon we found ourselves staring at a castle made from triangles. On the side of the castle was a shed with the word teleporters written on it. “This must be the things we were looking for,” said Jack, so we all ran towards the shed. A few hundred metres before we reached the shed a group of mosquito men appeared in front of us. “Stop! This property belongs to Queen Fiona and anyone who touches it must die,” said one of the mosquito men. “Sorry but we must get the teleporters so we can go back home,” said a passenger named Joe. “Leave now or we will have to kill you,” said the second mosquito man. “I guess we have no choice but to fight,” said Tom and thus our fight began.
This battle was the moment of a lifetime. Even though it was scary it was still fun. While the mosquito men sent mosquitoes at us we defended ourselves with Raid (a type of insect killer). The best moment of the violent battle was when we decided to fight back and started pelting a rain of arrows at them. Without any defences they all died.
With no one in our way we opened the shed with anticipation. Inside the shed was lined with blue balls, these things were teleporters. The teleporters all required a code and after many minutes of thinking Jeremy suddenly screamed, “Of course it must be the code we saw at the volcanic quick sand, CRHOIACSKTEN.” We all tried it and all of a sudden we found ourselves at Coolamatong.
I am so glad to be at home safe and sound but as I think of the past I still miss the adventures I had with my friends at Coolamatong
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