By Merryn Raukura
I was still standing there, chilled to my bones. Staring into the mystifying depths. The wind was howling eagerly, and darkness filled the sky, as the rain swept down onto the creaky wooden platform.
My sister and cousin, Emily and Livia, were shivering all over. Our teeth rattled in tune, as if we were a dull orchestra. The misty aroma of sea sat flooded through our bodies.
We had bravely swam out to the pontoon, but would return as chickens if we did not jump soon. I huddled near the girls’ and proposed we all jump of together, and swim back to shore. We gathered back onto our feet, the waves hurling towards the platform causing it to shake and move violently.
Taking hold of the rope, we started the countdown “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9” everyone stopped, I opened my mouth and shouted “10” and everyone leapt into the currents. Water pushed me down and and the darkness surged around me. I broke through to the surface and eventually my sister and cousins head popped up buoyantly.
We swam underneath the gloomy and strangely luminous platform, holding onto the ropes, then out the other side. Finally, back to shore. Our parents, who were sitting under the tree for shelter started to become clearer and clearer. We stood up and ran through the water until our feet touched the wet mushy sand.