[Boromir88]

Rory's stomach was aching, as he hit the water, it felt as if all the air was pushed out of him. He remembers the storm subsiding, and everyone starting to ask about supper, when all of a sudden it struck again; een fiercer then before. The Hobbits had no choice now but to let the raging river guide them. All their poles were gone and they couldn't even dream about steering the raft with their hands and feet.

That's when the raft shattered against the boulder. It broke in half, and splintered into many pieces. Rory was catapulted into the air. As he started coming down he was heading face down towards the water. His father always said, "don't land on your belly, if you can help it." It was too late, he smacked into the roaring waves.

Rory looked at his stomach, it was beat red; probably going to leave a bruise. He wasn't hungry any more; the pain forced his mind off food. He leaned up underneath a tree, to protect himself from the rain. He was wet, cold, and aching, which ment he wasn't going to get a good rest tonight. Out of pure boredom, he began to doze off and slip into a dream....I don't know how to swim. In these waters there was no hope of swimming, no matter how strong of a hobbit you were. The water was swirling, my only hope is to stay calm and let the water lead me. I must stay above water. What was it that Pa always told me?...Paddling! It didn't get you very far, and tired you out quickly, but at least it kept you afloat. Just go along with the current....it'll land you a shore eventually. Why can't I paddle? My arms...legs...are too heavy...I'm sinking...

Rory woke with a gasp. As soon as he woke he knew his dream was just a nightmare, he didn't sink...he was still alive. Rory had tried to remember what happened after he began to slowly paddle, how did he get back to shore? His head started hurting; he couldn't remember.

He was about to doze off again when he heard a rustle. Rory jumped, with his hand on his small sword, now alert. He heard the noise again, it was not too far in front of him. He began to think of pirates. Rory heard some of the hobbits talking about pirates. About how they went sailing and searched for treasure. That's what the hobbits' adventure was supposed to be like, right? Sailing down the Brandywine and coming upon treasure. What if it was a pirate...or worse...one of those Ruffians cousin Merriadoc was talking about. He didn't like the sound of those ruffians.

Rory had no choice, he couldn't run, or atleast not far, he was too sore and weary. He pulled out his dagger, didn't know what he would do with it...if it was a ruffian. I mean he is a hobbit and these ruffians are supposed to be the size of one of those Big folks. He sucked up a deep breath of air, as the sounds began getting closer, he tried to let out a bold warning, but it came out weak and pathetic, "Who goes there?"