Sam Witwicky

The raft was ready. Or at least as ready as they were going to get it. Some logs fashioned together, a rudimentary mast along with a sail and a rudder all made up the raft. Sam was rather proud of it, considering he knew jack about sailing and had determined all of the necessary components out of books he had picked up around the island. The paddles weren't exactly state of the art either, mostly palm fronds wrapped tightly together, but they'd do well enough to paddle the boat if that was necessary.

He'd made sure to bring a backpack for him and Coraline each, filled with food, water, and protective clothing. He didn't expect them to get washed out to sea, but you never knew. Plus, a picnic on the raft would be pretty cool. So now all Sam had to do was wait for Coraline to join him to launch the raft on its maiden voyage and then hope Godzilla or who knows what didn't pop out of the ocean to eat them.