Diary entry: Thursday 4th April 1887
The island of wonder is not far from the coast of Peru. It has been around for centuries, but was only discovered twenty years ago. Nobody dares to set sail, even the name is spooky. Nobody that is until Martin and Craig Ochfee. Martin and Craig were explorers and they always wanted an adventure that would make them true heroes. It took the brave explorers two whole years to get there. When they finally got there in 1867 they felt like building a raft that was safe to go across the Pacific ocean and leaving their family was not worth it. Martin and Craig were gobsmacked. Completely and utterly gobsmacked. All they could see was a lot of string, loads of sticks, three palm trees and a parrot which they had named Paul. Paul the parrot had aqua blue eyes that shimmered in the sun, a curved beak so shiny you can see your reflection, razor sharp claws that can scratch their way through metal, a pillow of soft, colourful feathers, sunny yellow feathers ombreing in to sky blue and a colour changing tail depending on his emotion.
Twas the night before the two lionhearted brothers were going to set sail (although they had only been a week), but a storm was coming. The fearless pair knew they were going to make history and they certainly didn’t want to be known for being scaredy-cats panicking because of a storm. So they tried to look brave and thought to their limits. Martin had an idea. They were going to gather all of the sticks and put them into a wigwam shape.They would tie the top together using the string they had found. They would use palm leaves for the floor and balanced the wigwam on top of two palm trees (just in case the water covered the island at night).
It was early morning at The Island of Wonder and mighty Martin and courageous Craig were about to set sail for home when they realised that they had both forgotten the directions to Peru. “ What are we going to do?” asked Craig. “ I know,” said Martin with a grin on his face “ We could ask Paul if he knows how to get to Peru!” .“Pft, talk to a parrot?” spluttered Craig.
“ Squawk, squawk, what is wrong with that? “ questioned Paul. “ Did that parrot just talk?” said Craig. “ Indeed he did,” replied Martin. “Squawk, squawk I can show you the way to Peru!” Paul said proudly. “ I mean thanks I guess, it will still take two years. Right?”. “Squawk, squawk, sounds like you took the long way, you must have looped around the whole of South America because the short way is only about four hours.” YES! Thank you Paul, do you mind if we go now?”. “Whenever you’re ready,” said Paul.
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