May 27th, 2006

Silence; Nothing made a sound. I felt my body to see if I was alright, miraculously everything was the same when I was on the plane. I looked around to see if anyone might be with me. I yelled out a cry for help, silence.

The wind seemed to have carried me down and set me on the island. My first conclusion was that it was doing this so that it wouldn't screw up the plans; otherwise it'd have to find someone to replace me. I shook my head thinking it was a bad dream when instead a crab came along and was dancing around my foot then it finally pinched my toe.

"Damn it you stupid thing die!" I grabbed a stick and stuck it through the hard shell.

The crab waddled around with a trickle of blood running off its shell; slowly it fell down and stopped moving.

This time my right big toe really got the better of me. I had an operation done on it a year ago. I remember seeing the surgeon take my toenail off, all I saw was blood on the toe.

The crab had pinched off a wad of flesh off the toe making it just like when I had the surgery done. I hopped around like I was stepping on hot coals and looking for something to wrap it up in. I remembered my bag and backpack. Looking around I saw them over leaning against the tree. My next conclusion was the wind had left me here but also gave me stuff to live off of for a short period of time.

I knew sooner or later I'd have to build shelter to keep out of the sun. The first thing I did was look around the island; fortunately it wasn't the size of America. I took out my cell phone to see if it still had power. The time read 7:22pm. I figured tonight would be the only night that I hadn't a place to sleep.

Since I've always wanted to spear fish and "rough" it I would go out and find a spear like stick as a weapon in case of danger. Knowing that I was on unknown territory anything was possible to happen. Having some experience in baseball I tried to make the spear like a baseball bat, wooden and non-breakable. I decided to try it out before the sun went down. Since all I had were shorts I didn't have to worry about rolling my pant legs up. I slipped my sandals off right before the water and headed in. My first thought was that I was somewhere near Florida. The water was clear and warm, in fact just right. I bent down on both knees looking around. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a seagull on a nearby rock.

I know what you're thinking, seagulls wouldn't taste very good. Well if I was going to be here a while then I'd be willing to try anything once. This kind of work felt like looking for frogs back home in the woods. You had to be very careful and not scare them away otherwise you'd get upset and start cussing.

As I crept towards the stupid creature I could hear myself saying, "Come here you piece of shit, I'm not going to touch you if you don't fly away." I stopped in my tracks as it stared back at me. I tried to remain motionless but something in the water hit me and I started jumping up and down causing the bird to fly away. I walked back onto shore and started stomping on the ground for no reason.

The sun set on my first evening on the island and I still had no food yet. Unfortunately I hadn't planned on landing here so obviously my backpack didn't have any food in it.

By now the sun was just about half way down and I was running out of time. I made a split second decision and ran back into the water to find some fish; one swam up beside my right foot. I had to be careful not to spear myself. The fish suddenly looked up at me like he knew it was coming.

"Well if you plan on eating me then you might as well get it over with."

I jumped up, "What did you say?"

He looked back at me, "You're not the first one to try and kill me. If you must have something to eat you should've said something earlier."

I tried searching for something to say but couldn't speak.

"If you give me a minute I'll get something to tide you over until morning."

I waited patiently by the side of the water, soon the little fish came up to me and spit out something on the ground.

"Eat it, it's good for you." My stomach was telling me to not go near it but my mind was yelling out at me for still standing around. I forcefully picked up the piece of krill and went back on shore looking back at the tiny fish.

"Thank you my friend, if I need more I'll let you know!" He gulped some water and headed back out.

Now, I wasn't into the boy scouts or anything like that so I had no clue had to get a fire going. I tried doing the "rubbing the two sticks together" gag but that would've taken hours along just to get warm. By my bag I spotted a pack of matches. It's like whoever sent me here knew what I would need to survive, but what exactly was I facing?

I put that question out of my head for the time being and started up a fire putting the krill on a stick then roasted it to perfection! I rubbed my stomach like I had eaten a buffet, "Wow, this sure was…appetizing." Suddenly my stomach gurgled.

"Oh shit, got to find a toilet!"

Then I realized there were none on the island so I had to resort to desperate measures by going in the woods.

As I lowered my body against a tree as a lizard came wandering by me looking at me in curiosity.

"Shoo go away you big dog!"

He stuck his tongue out at me and rubbed up against my leg, his spiky body making cuts along the way.

"Damn it you lizard, I'm having it hard enough by shitting on the tree. Do not piss me off!"

As I got done I threw the leaf away and pretended to scare the lizard who by then rolled its eyes and headed back into the forest. By now I was fed up of wildlife and got back to the shore and lied down on the ground using my backpack as a pillow and slowly closing my eyes hoping I would wake up somewhere else the next day.