Stranded Away from Civilization

Living on a deserted island, honesty I wouldn’t last a week. And if I did, it’s because I went insane. But by the -1 percent chance I do, I would probably have to start off by getting shelter then crafting wooden tools. Day 1, I’m stranded on the Island, the Ferrie crashed, the storm was crazy. I used a piece of the car tire from the car that was going across the sea. As I arrive on the island I look around, the white powder like sand made by crushed sea shells, the sea gulls Screaming as they look for crabs hiding under the sand, The warm sun beating down on me. The island is absolute paradise. As I walk around the island looking for people I notice it’s pretty small, Only a five mile walk. I decide to make a small shelter out of tree trunks that fell over during the storm. Day 2, I decide to scavenge the island looking for food sources and wood. The only two known food sources are the fruits that this one tree with circular leaves grows, and the fish in the salty ocean. I find a long strong wood branch that will be handy for fishing, as I look around the island I notice some trash that has washed up from the mainland. It’s sad to see the pollution, but I’m lucky that I have it. Day 3, I start making some tools. I make a water purifier from the old pot I found, make a fishing pole out of a branch and a fishing net that washed ashore, and start a fire every day at dawn. Unknown date, I still do my chores on the island, like fishing, cooking and collecting clean water from the purifier. I don’t know how much longer I will last, but I think I heard a helicopter fly by last night, and hopefully some more might fly back soon. The next day, I hear it, A loud horn honking near the island. I immediately sprint up and run closer and closer to the noise. Finally I sea a life guard patrol boat close to the island. I start screaming and waving my hands in the air. They get closer and closer to the island until finally I jump on. β€œWhat are you doing on this island?” The raspy voice belonged to the older driver on the boat. β€œI got stranded here from the ferry when the big storm hit.” there was A long pause. β€œKid, You have been on this island for more that a 3 Months.”

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