Swimming back into the water, Erin noticed scrapes on the rock from a sinking boat, knotted fishing nets and a rusty, sharp anchor. (Hanifa). Erin soon realised that there was nice places in the ocean and sometimes there was not. Seaweed everywhere, forgotten fishing nets and an anchor that lost its owner. (Caleb) Erin took a very close look at the chrome black rock, the scrapes from what seemed to be old treasure chests. The crawling crabs, the fantastic featherbacks, the perfect pufferfish, the marvelous mudskippers, the spectacular seahoreses. There was everything. (Ezz).
Erin dipped her toes into the azure-blue ocean.She touched the gentle lapping waves. (Hanifa). The outstanding flying fish followed the perfect prawns that followed the silly stingrays that were followed by Black Rock. (Elizabeth). Working as a team, they made it all the way back to the shore. They had an enchanting time, but more than that, they had learned the power of teamwork. (Mathilda).