Operation: Eagle Swoop
It was cold as usual. Nothing exciting about the weather here. ‘Cold Hell,’ is what the locals call it. Mondays, are the worst as we were getting ready to leave for the beaches of the cold south. It was the first time we have ever got a day like this. Every winter, it’s either helping a stranded citizen escape their car or someone has been sucked into the fearless waters.
“SSSSHHHH!” the helicopter zoomed across the sea. The hair of the ocean was elegant yet rough with boulders laid all around her.
“Unit 935, please report to homebase when you reach the location of a capsized boat.”
Everything had looked strange but familiar as if I had been far out at sea. Our biggest enemy, the never ending blue hair still spreads.
“ Home base , we have made it to the location.”
The captain of the helicopter mumbled as the helicopter propellers made a louder sound and made him sound like a rat.
“ You guys had better be ready. From our intel it is known that there is a group of people who have been stucked at sea for two days. Their boat capsized and they been stranded out in the middle of nowhere for what feels to them like an eternity!“ Screamed the Captain.
Time just kept ticking by ...
In writing we have been learning about recounts and learning different way of writing them. This Recount is about a Westpac Rescue Helicopter and we have wrote 5 minutes of what could happen next.
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