POWER ISLAND

By Steve Pichurski

It all started when I was on a cruise to the Bahamas. We were half way when we were hit by a water spout. The ship shot up in the air as far as the eye could see. When we hit the water every one flew off the into the torrent of waves.

My body was thrown about the waves like the waves were playing tennis.

When I woke up I found myself on a strange island. In the distance I heard drums like there were natives on this island. I follwed the sound until I found where the sound was coming from. When I looked through the bushes I saw Al Capone and other convicts that had escaped from Alcatraz.

One of the terrorist saw me and told Al Capone and then all the terrorists started chasing me. I ran like all hell brook loose.

I was flyng through that forest, unforctunately I went in a huge circle and went back to the village.

When they caught up with me they grabbed me by the throat.

"Who are you"?

"Steve Pichurski the third".

They gasped. "You are Steve Pichurski the third"?

"Yes I'm Steve Pichursci the third."

"The volcano said that he who is the third in his family to be named Steve will be able to seize the great powers of the island. Strength, wisdom, invisibility and transformation."

THE END