A islands curse. By kongdragon

Along time ago when my great great grandfather lived there was a myth, yes a myth about a treasure a treasure so big that it had to be buried in a cave. The cave was a big cave and had such a small entrance a man could barley fit through the entrence. also that there was a curse apron it so it was told that the gods of the sea lived there and that whenever someone came the waves roared and crashed and they were over 60 feet high and terrifying whirlpools that were told to be at 150 knots fast and then the sky gods that laid on the clouds above it saw this they made such big win blasts that it could tip a ship over so easily and hurricanes with hail the size of small barrels. apart of this here curse and so the legend of the treasure died off slowly but yet some still believed in it and some still look for it but ever one who goes looking never come back. And so there is always a first time people would say to them selfs and others said I aint going near no cursed island! But I _____ am going to find it and I will make it I said to my self.

I like it. Only one thing. Try to make the sentences towered the start shorter. There a bit long plus it will add more excitement to it. Apart from that. Brill.

ya i was on ipod and was like 1am.
so ya thats why

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