Dear Mohamed,

How are you? Hope well, because I’m not. Do you remember I said I was going to join an adventure course in Scotland? I did and I have regretted it billion times. But it would be better if I start from the beginning.

So, there I was, standing on the train station waiting for my train to Scotland to arrive, when I realised that my bag was stolen and I had all my money in it! It was terrible! I thought I should better go home, but then I found some money in my pocket. I thought it would be enough and decided to carry on with the journey. I should have turned home! Because things became worse and worse. When I arrived to the village at the seaside and found the representative of their company, who took me to the port, I found out speaking with him, that our camp is situated on a far island, where only one ship goes every fortnight.

We arrived to the island on the next day and found our accommodation to be TENTS!!! We were going to sleep under tents for four weeks! The first night was relatively good. We were introduced to each other and we spent whole night talking with each other. These nine people were very kind, God save their souls. In the morning Mrs. Sanchez came and said we were going to work hardly that day, because we need to repair the ship that brought us here the previous evening. We couldn’t go home without that ship. We had no other choice, so we got down to work and worked hard for three days.

After three days we were so exhausted, that we couldn’t move and when in the morning we were asked to continue repairing the ship, we said we couldn’t, but Mrs. Sanchez took out a gun, pointed it at us and said that we had to. Two of us, two young girls died of a hard work that day. They were the first victims. In the evening, after we had buried them, we decided that we won’t take no more and in the night we escaped from the camp. We spent a week hiding on the far side of the island and building a boat to sail away from the damned place. There wasn’t enough food and Mrs. Sanchez was searching for us with her men. They shot down Gary, the 35-year-old policemen from London. Mary died of hunger the other day. We named our boat after her.

And finally our boat was ready and we could leave the island. According to our knowledge, mainland was due south. We kept the direction for three days, but there was no land, no island, we even didn’t meet any ships. We had run out of our food and fresh water supply very fast and now were starving. We tried fishing, but James fell into the water and was too weak to swim, so he drowned.

We started to suspect we were sailing the wrong way, when we started to meet bigger and bigger pieces of ice in the water. We had almost turned back, when we saw a land! On the sixth day of our sailing we finally arrived somewhere, we yet didn’t know where. We found a village and were told we were in Iceland! We asked how we can get home to Britain, but suddenly we saw Mrs. Sanchez’s ship approaching to the island. We had to go. We knew too much about her, so she wanted to get rid of us by using the oldest method – killing! We decided not to retreat, but to fight her. Local citizens offered their help and we gathered together in the port waiting for her ship to arrive. When her ship entered the distance where the guns can be used, they started to fire at us. We had only ten hunter guns, so people began to retreat realising the enemy was obviously stronger. John died in that battle, but the others could hide in the mountains nearby.

From a map we had from the village we knew, there’s no other settlement around here except for the one now controlled by Mrs. Sanchez. We also knew Mrs. Sanchez would search for us. So we decided to surprise her by stealing her ship in the middle of the night. It seemed to be a suicide, but we had no better plan, so we did sneak into the village that night and were entering the port, when they saw us and tried to stop us. We were trapped, the only way where no men of Mrs. Sanchez was, was leading to a small fishing boat. But it could carry only three person and we were four. But Andrew said he would hold them on for a moment so we can sail away. We didn’t try to convince him not to do it - he wouldn’t have let us hesitate anymore, because Mrs. Sanchez and her men were coming. I will never forget his heroic death – he ran against a hundred armed men without even a knife in his hand.

But we had to hurry before they could get to us too. We jumped into the boat and started to row. Mrs. Sanchez was after us, but a coincidence helped – a storm was coming, so they turned back, we would have turned too if we had been able to, but our ship was now controlled only by the wind. Big wave washed away Jane and hit me so I fell down and this had been the last thing I can remember before I woke up with broken leg on the unknown coast. I don’t know what happened to Richard, but I’m sure he didn’t survive the storm. I had been lying there on the coast in pain of my broken leg for a day until I was found by a kind man, who took me to his home.

Now I’m much better, but I’m still living at Antonio’s house (the kind man, who save me), because I have no money to come back to Britain from Brazil, where I’m writing from. Please, come to Rio de Janeiro and take me back to Britain.

Thank you very much in advance and hope to see you soon.

Best wishes,

Jeremy