Lost In Blue (the reality)
Keith slowly opened his eyes, the sand was rough beneath his cheek and he struggled to remember what had happened. His eyes widened as he remembered shipwrecked! He was on land though, and alive, he had to find civilisation and, failing that, food and clean water. "Damn!" he said to himself, remembering how he had rejected the army-training course with such a sour face only a few months before, he could really have used that right now. Keith slowly got on to his hands and knees, his head was spinning and he retched seawater onto the sand, "Ugh" he said in disgust, crawling away.
After a few yards, he came to the edge of the beach and to a tree, he crawled over to it and pulled himself up with the trunk. He stood clinging to the tree for a few moments, surveying his surroundings, some short, spiky grass and a few boulders, not much good for anything. Keith sighed and leant his head against the rough bark, he was going to die on this island unless he could find food and water. Just then he heard a thud very close to him, he turned around quickly, too quickly, he was still weak and lost his balance falling and knocking his head against the thick trunk of the tree. He was knocked unconscious for a few minutes.
When he came to, he had a painful lump on the back of his head. He winced at the memory then froze, remembering the noise, he stiffly turned around, expecting a cannibal or a pirate, his child's imagination working overtime. He saw a coconut and blushed with embarrassment even though there was no one to see him. He picked up the coconut and cradled it in his arms like a baby, to him; the nut had become the most precious thing in the world.
Cradling the nut with one arm, he pulled himself up, again using the tree and winced at the way the dried salt on his clothes chafed. For about an hour, he stumbled along the edge of the beach, seeking shelter and water. He looked at his watch and groaned, it was not waterproof, he was getting a waterproof watch for Christmas. He slipped it off and put it in his pocket, it was one less thing to chafe him.
After another fifteen minutes of stumbling around, he came up against massive boulders and, seeing no alternative, turned and walked away from the shore. He could hear rushing water coming from behind the rocks and he was not disappointed, he spotted a river. He gasped with joy and ran towards it, falling onto his knees at the riverbank and plunging his face into the fast moving water, gulping down the muddy torrent. He recoiled but not before drinking a few gulps, the river was flooded, it had almost burst its banks. Keith let out a sharp cry, he could see that any other time, the river would be little more than a creek, with clear, bubbling waters. He sighed with disappointment and hauled himself up again, spitting onto the grass, trying to get the horrible taste from his mouth and checking that the coconut was still where he left it. He walked slowly over to where it lay and crouched down to retrieve it. Suddenly a shriek split the air and he winced at the pitch then looked up to see where it had come from. He saw a bat. Keith shuddered, he had always loathed bats. Then he saw where it had come from, there was a cave! He picked up the coconut and ran to the cave, then suddenly halted outside. He could not bring himself to go in, what if there were more bats? He squatted down outside the cave and shivered, it was getting cold. And dark, he needed a fire.
Keith stood up again and resolved to find firewood. He lodged his coconut against the hard rock of the cliff and walked to the right, back towards the river. Suddenly, he felt the urge to pee. He knew that nobody was watching but felt embarrassed and crept behind a bush.