Dry Ocean
Shukoor was breathing heavily through the thick air of the Dasht-e margo desert deep into Afghanistan territory. The air there is thick and sun is blistering hot near melting anything it Gleams on. Shukoor was burning hot trying to look for a water supply for his crops and thirst.
He was flying around in his old plane he built from old rusty bits of metal, bolts from submarines and a engine from a jet fighter that crash landed in the old ocean that dried up named the “Arabian Sea”. His crops, houses and land are all on the bottom of the sea bed of the dried up Arabian Sea. He peered down at the old lightower Isaac runs and saw the lights flashing therefore there was an emergency somewhere. He headed down to the lighthouse where he found Isaac happy as can be and asked “Whats happened”. He was met with a smirk and a cheerful “THERE IS CLOUDS” From Isaac. The rain was going to come over and they would practically be saved.
Shukoor had the brilliant Idea of making a big tanker that would catch the rainwater so we would have enough rain to survive until the next showering of rain water. They headed out into the hot desert and starting gathering supplies. Isaac spotted the “bad adame” Which means bad guys in farsi. They tried to steal our plane and supplies. They immediately came sprinting up to us in groups of 4 or five and there had be about 10 groups.
We ran and ran until only 2 of them managed to catch us we fought them hard in the hot sun we were able to beat them but not without a few injuries. We leaned our hot aching bodies against and old submarine in the shade and looked down to where the bad guys had come from and they were nowhere to be seen and neither were our supplies. We popped up about 20 minutes later and headed back to our little village hoping the rain wouldn't come till the morning.
After a hot night of no sleep Isaac and Shukoor went outside to find a big huge dark raincloud that looked like it was ready to release rain all down the village. We grabbed supplies like old metal, Hammers we made, bolts from old jet fighter and made massive 15 foot wide by 15 foot tall and a 9 metre volume that held about 15 gallons of liquid.
As we suspected the rain fell and we caught a full tank of water. We used the water to water our crops and drink. Happy as ever we went for a walk and found a huge hole that filled up and we now had a swimming pool for when it's really hot. Scared it might dry up we took an old tarp covered it when we are not swimming. We both lived happy in the old village and lived until we were old.
