A long time ago on a dark and stormy night, I was out to sea fishing for mackerel in my punt and I saw a killer whale out far away. It’s skin was white and black, much bigger than my small punt. The killer whale hunted me, I tried to get away, but I couldn’t. The killer whale jumped up to me and ate me, and it was gooey and gloomy inside its belly. I was scared, I did not know if I would live or die. I was in there for six hours, I was then blown out of its blowhole, I went high into the sky, I then landed in the sea.