Gwen's POV
Day 1
I woke up to the soothing sound of the surf. Or it would have been soothing, if it didn't remind me that I was stranded on an island, and Trent's dead. No amount of warm sunny weather can make me feel better. I wanted to be found. I wanted my home. But most importantly, I wanted Trent to be safe.
I searched the island for food, fire wood, and water. I found plenty of wood, and bananas. But I wasn't lucky with the water. After my pathetic breakfast I walked back into the forest to explore.
It was a huge thick under growth. Green, every where. This place made me miss Wawanakwa. I came across mangos, and even a pine apple. I picked then and carried them as I kept searching. I gave up fast and headed back to the beach. There I began to eat my mango. When I was done with my second helping of food, I spotted bags floating to the shore. I ran into the cold water and collected all the suite cases.
They weren't mine. But whose? Trent's. Of all the suite cases to find, I get his. I put them to the side. I am not going to touch his stuff. Especially not his guitar. It sat next to the tree almost like a shrine. I missed him. I really do. It isn't fair, he tried to save me, and he dies.
When it was a guess around 2 I started to explore the island. Despite the desertedness it was beautiful. Quite, green, clean, nice place to be…..but not alone. Anyone see volleyball any where? I could use a friend.
To keep my occupied I made natural paint from berries and water, and painted banana leaves. I painted random things until dark. Then I relit the fire and went to sleep, hoping for a rescue.
Trent's POV
Day 1
I spent the day on the beach trying to open a coconut. I finally got it open and drank the milk. But that didn't help; I was even thirstier than before. I need an easier way to open these things.
I found in the jungle a whole lot of bananas and mangos. In fact I only left one. I know I shouldn't eat a lot now, but I was starving. I can't survive on fruit alone either. So I remembered something from a movie I saw. I will fashion an outfit made of banana leaves and hunt in it. I wonder what that movie was called again? (AN: I forgot the name)
After I finished my hunting clothes I also used the leaves to make baskets. Just as I was about to explore the jungle again I see bags floating on the shore. I run to them. They were the pilots bag, and Gwen's bag.
Gwen, I can't believe she's gone. And all because I couldn't hold on tight enough. I laid her bag down; I won't touch it because maybe she's still alive. Maybe she's waiting for me. Maybe.
But I found the pilot's stuff useful. He had clothes I could ware, and some stuff to make my life easier, like a knife, and a box of matches. But I'll use those for emergencies only.
I used the stuff I savaged to make my camps more livable. I made a spear and I entered the water ready to fish…or stab…what ever, I want food.
After a few failed attempts I had an idea. I remembered how my sister's cat would do this thing on water surface that made the fish come close to the top. I felt stupid, but I was starving and I was desperate. I imitated the cat, and when the fish was really close, I speared it.
I jumped for joy when I saw I had the fish. Now a new problem….who do I scale and gut it?
I managed to figure it out, and had a warm meal. I kept myself occupied by making my place to sleep more comfortable…..but I was really tired so I called it a night.
Gwen's POV
Day 2
I was exploring the jungle again. As I was I found a waterfall. Perfect place for drinking water. I jumped in and began to dance in it. Now I just need a way to take the water back to camp so I can boil it.
I went back to camp, and looked for a possible bucket, or something. I kept eyeing Trent's bag, but I can't go threw his stuff. What if he's ok?
I managed to make a bucket thing with the raft. This deflated raft seems very useful. But I can't heat plastic up. Ugh. I give up. I collapsed on the beach.
Trent's POV
Day 4
I really miss home. I wonder if they are looking for us? I decide to search the island. I found a waterfall. Perfect for water. I can use the pilot's suite case for transferring it. Boiling….I am not too sure, but I am dying of thirst, I'll risk it.
After a long day of hunting, eating, fixing, and searching, I decide to just stare at the stars. I wonder if Gwen's ok? She's the only thing I am worried about. I can't help but think she's dead. She fell in the water, and probably drowned. But I don't want to believe that. I want to believe she's home, waiting for news of me. Praying I am ok. Looking at the same stars.
Gwen's POV
Day 4
I was singing to the song 'Dancing with myself" by Billy Idol. Mostly because it's about being alone, and being happy.
"Dancing with myself, oh oh. Dancing with myself. When there's nothing to lose, and nothing to prove, I am dancing with myself, oh oh. Dancing with myself, oh oh oh." I sang as I fixed a banana leaf blanket. I did this all day, until night fell.
I stared at the stars and began to think of Trent. Is he ok? Is he alive? I wanted to believe he was, but common sense was telling me he isn't.
He was in the plane, it sank. He's gone…but I didn't want to believe that. I want to believe somewhere he's looking for me, looking at the stars, hoping he will find me soon.