He reached the shore of the small island tired from his long swim. He remembers nothing of his previous life, other than the fact that he was stranded. Land felt so good under his feet, and hope glimmered in his eyes. He must start a life here, at least until help arrives, if it ever does. He tucks in his cyan button up shirt, and got to work.
As he walked, the man began to ponder. The land was amazing, he thought to himself. Trees stand tall across the land, and the rich fertile soil brought a bounty of colorful plants. This moment of thought was quickly doused by the man's fear. He felt himself weakening with each step, with each breath. Needless to say, he began scouring the land for some sign of food. Anything would be edible to the man at this point.
He scanned each tree, each bush, hoping for something. It would not be long now until he starves. There! In the distance he found what he sought for, the key to his survival. Steve has found an apple tree. "Perfect"! he thought to himself "Now for some way to build a shelter..." The man began to search for materials to make a shelter out of. An apple fell from the tree and hit him on the head. The man looked up and remembered that there was a tree! "Wood! Of course!" he thought excitedly "I shall break this down and make a camp out of it!
As the sun began setting, the man was putting the finishing touches on his camp. "Now then, it is time for some light" he thought "Something bright, fiery, warm..." The man began thinking. He then remembered something, something to do with sparks... yes... that's it...
AN: Sorry for the short chapter, I was short on time! Hopefully the next will be longer! Such suspense! Please review!