Hello. This will be my first full fledged story. I'm not sure how many chapters yet, but it will be more than ten. That I know. Also, I'm drawing a new cover image right now, so it won't be an unrelated photo for too long. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

As always, review and critique. Feel free to suggest ideas as well. c:

A board floated across his slowly dying vision, just a mere plank. Holes raged through the wood like a plague. He reached out anyways, grasping the air as if it would propell him closer to the corpse of what he just minutes ago was sailing gloriously on.

After a small bit of flailing around, his pale and bloodied hand shot through the waves and gripped firmly on the plank. Breathing hard, the man hefted himself onto it, finally resting his sore eyes.

.:..:..:.

The blanket of black lifted, his eyes slowly flickering open. As light flooded into his senses, he realized that he was laying on a substance that was both soft and course. When he looked down, he discovered a bed of sand. His savior lay boken to his side.

He dragged his weary body up, stumbling off to find a suitable shelter. While being incredibly thankful for the land he had come across, he had a mild feeling that he may not last long. Something pulled in his gut that told him this was no haven.

Luck bore its wealth, however, when he found something spectacular. A spring, dazzling from the harsh sun through the swaying trees. There wasn't much for vegitation on this island so far, and the man had to drop to his knees to thank whatever deity did this.

Surrounding the fresh water was a bed of lush grasses and a trio of tall trees. Beyond this was only sand and all things dry, so he could only wonder is this was a mirage of some cruel sort. Yet, when he stooped down to test the water, it was all real. Laughing like a mad man, he splashed the clear liquid over his whiskery face and wet his mouth.

After his discovery, the man set up a cabin like shelter, piling driftwood up between the trees and stuffing wet sand and various plants into the crevices. He was hungry, but he felt sleep grip his being and he had no choice but to rest for the rest of the day. In the cool of the night, that's when he would explore. That decided, he curled up and drifted away into a heavy sleep.

.:..:..:.

He laughed, "Gar, you moron. There is no way that this is going to work."

"You doubt me, good sir, Victor," his response came light-hearted, "and I do so wonder why."

HIs companion only rolled his eyes and ruffled his friend's sandy blonde hair. "Well, you have fun with that then."

"Indeed I will."

He finished the last fold of the thin, white sheet with an exclamation of accomplishment. "Ah-ha! See my friend? It is fool proof."

"Does that mean it repells you?"

A deflated look, and then, "Nobody asked you." He just as quickly adopted his previous expression, one of ridiculous and sheer joy, as he fashioned a small triangle of folded paper. "The paper football!"

Victor's face was one of blank skepticism, however his eyes shone with amusement. "Oh, how clever of you. Let's give the man a cookie."

"But it works! See?" He demonstrated by propping the binded paper up with his fingers, using the other hand to flick it at his friend's face. "I will be rich with this invention!"

"One, it's a stupid invention. Two, you already are r-" He was cut off when the room was suddenly jerked to the side.

After giving each other a scared glance, they sprinted out the door and up to the deck. They were met with shouts from the crew, accompanied by salty waves rising from the below. Water sprayed their faces, and impaired everybody's vision.

"Garfield! Were are you going?"

He stopped for a second to turn towards Victor. "I'm helping, you blundering fool!"

.:..:..:.

The man woke with a start, breathing heavily into the night air. "Damn."

Calming his rapid heart beat, he stood shakily to see what the island had to offer. The clear skies bore the moon and a wonderful array of stars. All of which cast beams of light down upon the earth. The eerie glow that resulted was what he used to guide him through the unmarked territory.

He ran a hand through his hair, that in this lighted dark looked a tarnished silver. As the night wore on, he had only managed to discover that the rest of the island was simply bleak desert. Desert in the middle of the ocean, he mused, fancy that. Sighing, he watched as the sun rose over the vast waters.

It truly was a sight to behold, the sun's rays spraying over the reflective surfaces surrounding him. An tangerine light was cast around him, and it stole his breath.

Soon though, he felt the growing need for food. He turned and headed back, feeling his pockets. Why he hadn't done so before was beyond him, guessing he was just too tired to care. Relieved in a multitude of ways was he to discover that he had not lost his swiss army knife. He smiled and headed off to the pools at the edge of the island; pools that caught the tide.

There he discovered a plethora of two-fist sized fish. He sat on the edge and waited patiently, patiently, patiently.

.:..:..:.

Days passes on regularly like this, and he marked each one into his savior with his knife. Slash after slash, and soon he had to switch to a different board. Then another. And then, another. Days to weeks, weeks to months. He knew that with his poor diet of spring water, fish, and dried seaweed, he didn't have that much of a chance to survive.

The only things he had to occupy himself were excersises like push ups, and simply watching the fish swim by. The time passed rather dully, nothing new ever seemed to happen here. He found that his appearence was less and less appealing as time grew on.

He was counting his tillies, again, by a dying fire when he heard it. A noise, oh glorious noise. He quickly finished his count to eight months and seventeen days, plus the surrent date, and then shoved himself off the ground to sprint wearily to the shore.

What he saw thrilled him to the bone. An ocean liner, a cruise ship. He burst out laughing; it was headed straight for him! "Here!" he yelled uselessly, flailing about. his arms waved frantically in the air, and in responce the boat bellowed out a long note.

Next Update: Tuesday