Short Story: Message in a Bottle

NB: Just a really short story i wrote as a writing exercise.

Josh loves to walk down to the beach after class. At 17 he had just started his first year at Adelaide University. He wanted to spend a year exploring and travelling but his parents wanted him to continue studying. "Do something now so that when your exploring doesn't result in anything you can fall back on what you studied," they said. "You can explore the world when you retire". Since they were supporting him financially, he felt he really didn't have a choice, for now. Back to the classroom he went. The same boring classes. He aced his university classes just like he aced every class in high school. The only thing that gave him some joy was the ocean. 

But one day he was walking down the same stretch of beach he walked down everyday and he came across a bottle. An old bottle with brown stains all over it, covered in seaweed. As he picked it out of the sand he could see it had a note inside. Excited at the thought of treaure maps and secret messages, he hurridly opened the bottle and let the message slide out of the bottle. Gingerly he opened the note. It read,

"Please send rescue vessel. I was rescued by natives. God knows where I am. Living well so you can take your time coming to get me.
Harold Holt"