Trent's POV
Day 6
So I am doing pretty good. I have fresh water, food, a place to sleep; all I am missing is Gwen. All I want is to know she's ok. I don't care if I need to spend an eternity alone here, as long as she is ok.
Gwen's POV
Day 10
Things have been going slow. I explore the island everyday and go further, but it seems like an endless jungle to me. So I decide to walk the beach instead.
I keep walking, and the surf brushes my feet. I decide to go knee deep in the cool, clear blue water. It felt so good. I had an idea and ran back to my camp.
I didn't care if anyone one saw…..cause who can? I'm alone.
I got undressed and ran into the cool water. I went in neck deep, just in case, and it felt really relaxing. With the weather being unbearably hot all day, then freezing cold at night, this felt perfect.
Trent's POV
Day 10
I walked along the beach today. It was pure white sand. This would make a wonderful vacation spot….if people knew where to destroy all the natural beauty.
My walk was uneventful…..oh except I saw Gwen.
Yup, I was walking along minding my own business and she was sitting on a rock overlooking the water. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing thing. Nope, she was still there, letting the mist hit her. I yelled her name and ran to her.
She looked at me, but didn't move. She's all right. I thought. I kept running and screaming, but she didn't move. When I made it to the rock she was gone. Poof, vanished. That's when I wok up. What a horrible dream. (AN: ha ha)
Gwen's POV
Day 14
2 weeks and no rescue. I am beginning to lose all hope. I was once more walking the beach, and this time I found something amazing.
I found a beached pirate ship. It was old, crumbly, and smelled like rotting wood. I was thrilled to see it. I walked closer examining the black sail with a red skull on it. I carefully walked inside.
It stunk horribly. Of mold, rot, and um…..3 dead bodies…or were…now they are skeletons.
I was terrified in here, but I walked around slowly. I opened a door and inside was a cabin.
The cabin had 5 trunks in it. The first one was full of maps. The second…men's clothing form the 15th century. The third, elegant dresses from the same time period. The forth…empty…and the firth…weapons. Well only swords. I threw the trunks with the clothes and swords out of the huge gapping hole I came threw.
I can use this stuff. But before I left, I used one sword to take both sails with me. The one with the skull and the main sail…both black. I was thrilled with this. I went back in and finished scavenging.
I found buckets I could use for my water, old treasure, jewelry, journals, and rum. I hid the historical stuff in an empty trunk and took it to. If I get off this island, I'll be rich. One dress alone must cost over thousands of dollars. It was hard to bring all this crap with me…but worth it.
Day 15
I used the main sail to make a bed, and used the skull flag to make a dress. I used thin grass as thread.
I also destroyed 2 or the 5 dresses. I made them into 2 tops, and 10 skirts. Clothing I desperately need. So now I have 3 shirts, 11 skirts, and 1 dress. I think I am good.
The weapons also helped my survival more. And I was very thankful for the bucket; I thought I would die of thirst.
Over all, a great day. Only thing would make it better is Trent. I miss him so much.
AN: Ok I know it's short. But I have to cut it off there. You'll know why.