MEETS: A middle school literary magazine

They had fair winds most of the way across and by the time Jack's watch said it
was three o’clock they were abeam of Mark Island Light.
“See that?” said Jack, pointing at the black shape of an island about 100 feet of
the port bow. “That’s George Head Island. We’re almost there”
“Haaaaa. Cool,” yawned Aiden.They had beached the BayBerry on the east side
of the island on a sandbar that connected another small island at low
tide.
Of course it didn't all go entirely as planned. One major thing that Jack had
forgotten was water. Unfortunately McGlatherys had a small swamp but no
other freshwater. Or so they thought, until Aiden found a small spring hidden
in a cleft in some rocks. The spring was hardly visible unless you knew where
it was. In fact the only way Aiden found it was because he stepped right in it.
They always had to be very careful to use dry wood for their fire ,otherwise it
would smoke and they might be seen. For the same reason they had to have
very small fires and never keep them going for long. They had eaten green
crabs, beach peas, periwinkles, wild rose hips, sea urchins, cattails, burdock,
wild blueberries, mussels, dulse and more. This was how they had lived until
they sailed back on the 22nd of August 2020.