{Paragraph}As the huge winds rocked the plane, screams of terror filled the Aircraft. William Le Queux realised that the pilots had lost all control of the situation. Suddenly, an enormous fireball came from the cock-pit and ran down the aisle of the plane. Le Quexe was terrified . He sensed the dark eternity of death was going to enclose upon him. The fireball had torn seats and passengers out of their original places . The corageous Le Queux walked in the rocking plane and began to help the injured passengers. After rearranging the shirt of an elderly passenger into a sling for him arm, he went into the opposite aisle. He saw a disturbing sight. He saw a mother and her baby beside each other, dead. Le Queux realised all of his efforts were in vain. The sorrow was unbearable, but Le Queux knew he would have to try and survive. Le Queux decided to go back to his seat. He did so but found a body lying there. Le Quexe checked for a pulse... she was dead. Something hit the horoic William Le Queux on the back of the headand knocked him unconsious. He soon woke up in somewherehe had never been before.
{Paragraph}A cold chill of water rising on Le Queux woke him up. Le Queux then stood up with a sense of dread going through him. He said to himself "Where am I going to go? What will I do ? Where am I?" He looked all around himself. Infront of him was the icely cold ocean and behind him were the green tree-tops of a jungle. A harsh but true realisation hit him. He realised that most if not all of the other passengers met their deaths on the plane. A tear streamed down the face of this man of whom was stripped of all defences physically and mentally. Le Queux sat on the cold, wet sand and started to cry.
{Paragraph}Ten minutes later, the now weak and fragile William Le Queux climbed to his feet and began to walk around the beach. Le Queux knew that the main objective for him was to survive. Le Queux was a man of fine figure with jet black hair and a scar down the throat. William didn't want to enter the jungle because it was approaching evening and he didn't want to get lost. So instead he began to collect wood from the sae shore, withe intention of making a shelter. Suddenly an enormous cry from what sounded like a big Cat echoed beyon the jungle. A large Raccoon ran out of the trees. Out of instinct he threw the sharpest peice of wood at it. The shot was good thought Le Queux. The wood had peirced the eye of the animal and killed it. He picked the inanimate animal and made shelter with sticks. Le Queux then then made afire which he used to cook the Raccoon. After eatin it, he went into the tent he made with sticks and his clothing and went to sleep.