Two months on and we were still stuck on that damn Island.

After only a few days of being there we realised that it wasn't very big at all and that we could walk around the entire thing in the matter of hours. Considering the Island was so small it still had a surprising abundance of life, but as the days went by it was getting harder to survive, we were running out of food.

We figured out why the tiger had ran away, most animals on the Island stayed far away from the fruits we had been collecting for reasons we didn't really understand. It was enough to make me suspicious of them I mean there was a high probability that they could be poisonous. The paranoia didn't last very long though when there were no visible side effects.

We slowly picked up new skills, tree climbing and pot making from the clay that we found at the bottom of a river bed. Which we used to catch and store the fruit as I cut it down from the tree with a stone that I continued to sharpen every day. But other than this daily collection of the strange fruit, we didn't have much to do. At one point we had came to the decision to stop harvesting the same fruit, we were running out of trees and would have to search for another source of food, something that would be more permanent like fish.

I smirked as I watched Connor eyeing a fish in the shallow bay, a spear in hand. Before he suddenly ran in zig zags, threw the spear, and then started to shake his fist in the air in a strange angry dance. It would take a while for us to master fishing, but if we wanted to live we'd learn quickly. There were other things we could eat in the mean time, none of them were particularly appealing but they would make do.

There weren't too many interesting things that took place on the Island, but we had managed to figure out what was making that strange moaning sound. The best thing I could describe it as, is a mutant sheep. It literally was just a large fur ball with legs and two small horns that were slicked backwards. Lucky for us they didn't appear to be too smart, they were however, better at running.

It had taken the both of us to hunt the first one. One of us chasing it onto the beach and then trapping it against the cliff face. It wasn't something that I enjoyed doing, but we needed to do it for several reasons. The most obvious one was food, but we also needed clothes, as you could imagine our old ones didn't last for more than a couple of days.

You'd be surprised how hard the actual clothes making process was. First we had to skin it which took a considerable amount of skill to do and get it off in one piece, something that I'm still finding difficult. The second thing that we had to do was dry it out, which basically hanging it up in the sun for a few days. Connor had learnt how to do this alongside me as we swapped ideas on how to make anything and what to make.

By this time I had realised that we needed a needle, which was by far the hardest thing to make in this climate. At first I thought about making one from stone but the idea was quickly pushed aside, figuring that it would be time consuming to shape a stone into such a thin shape and that it would be brittle. I also tried to it on a piece of bark from the fruit trees but it proved unsuccessful when the wood was stringy and too much of it was pulled away, leaving a flexible needle but it wasn't strong enough to pierce the hide. It was quite frustrating actually.

I wish I took up those cross stitch lessons when I had the chance.

Eventually I came up with the idea to make the needle out of bone, this worked, but it also took me about three days to make just one needle. The first thing I decided to try and make out of the hide was a pair of boots. The forest floor wasn't too kind on our feet and within the first couple of days they developed sores and began to bleed. I'm sure our feet would appreciate this.

While I was working on our boots, Connor was off somewhere in the jungle apparently looking for a place to build us a shelter. I recon he was thinking about having it on top of the cliff, that way we would have a better view of the Island and we'd also be able to see if there were any approaching ships.

The longer we spent on the Island the less I thought of home and the more I began thinking of the Island as home. About a week after we arrived, when we began feeling safe, that's when the home sickness hit us. I remember we had spent days just lounging around on the beach, not really doing anything productive. It was at this time I became thankful that there was someone with me. I think I would have gone insane if I didn't have anyone to talk to.

I was the first one who snapped out of the depressing thoughts and went back to exploring the Island, trying to make the best of the situation. Connor would as well in his own time I don't think he would have appreciated me lecturing him about life experiences and thought it would be best to just leave him to his own thoughts.

A day after that he was back to his usual annoying self that was the way it should be and I hoped it would stay that way.

By the time those two months had past, I vaguely realised we had became different people. We weren't dependent anymore; we could look out for ourselves. We had gained skills that would give us an advantage over other people when, if we were found. We could forage, we could hunt, fish, build, make our own tools and clothes. We also became less podgy and more athletic as the Island demanded us to.

With that in mind I began wondering, did we want to be found yet? I wouldn't mind staying here for a while longer.

...

For the past few days, I had been looking endlessly for a place for us to keep camp. Personally I thought I had been doing pretty well, but every time, I thought I found the perfect spot, a certain someone deemed it inadequate. Her words not mine.

Granted some of the spots I picked out weren't ideal, one in particular still haunted me as we were chased out of a cave by a swarm of angry fruit bats. Not an experience that I'd like to repeat, I could still feel the lump where she hit me on the back of the head. I couldn't blame her though, we were both freaked out. The look on her face was worth the beating though, utterly priceless.

Any who, that's getting off track, after all this time we were still without a shelter to keep out the weather, not that it rained all that much, but I had to admit it would be nice to know we could go somewhere if it did.

At the moment I was just lounging around on the cliff face, there wasn't that much up here to be honest, grass, rocks and more of those weird mutant sheep.

This would be an ideal location, we could see much further out than we could on lower land, or at least I could, Tasha's eyesight was becoming quite a bit of a hindrance, she couldn't see shit and it was beginning to get on my nerves watching out for her just in case she could mistake the island tiger as a throw rug.

It also had a food source nearby, actually if I managed to build something here we wouldn't have to go down again other for the occasional fishing, water and bathing.

I could feel a smile stretching across my face but suddenly felt a bit sheepish when I realised that I should have tried this area first. Now it just seemed obvious. I rubbed the back of my head, wincing as I felt the still sore spot.

Something in the distance caught my eye. It was rather difficult to make out from the suns glare but I could see it, a small ship, and at this moment in time I didn't care if they were friend of foe, this was our chance to get out of this hell hole.

At first I tried yelling but after a few minutes I realised that it was futile and only gained a questioning look from my Cosine, who was in the sea. She must have thought I was a batty, I would have to agree. She wasn't the most important thing on my mind right now; I doubted she could even see the fucking ship. Before I had the chance to start a signal fire something horrifying happened. This huge sea monster, thing, came out of nowhere and devoured the ship in one colossal bite; the only thing that came to mind was Loch Ness. It seemed so surreal that I doubted l even saw it. The ship had sunk within few seconds. I gulped and went back to building the shelter, ignoring Tasha and trying to forget what I just saw.

Seeing something like that made it clear to me though, we were never going to get off this Island with that, that thing out there. One thing scared me about the creature though, something that I hadn't thought about since the say we crash landed. That animal, it was like it was straight out of a fairy tale. Not only that I recognised what it could have been. A sea king, but how could that be possible. Just where the hell did we end up anyway?

...

"We should build a raft" the colour promptly drained out of his face as he thought about what he saw all those days ago.

"Why?" he said in a serious tone "we'd end up lost and travelling in circles like we did two months ago"

I winced at his harsh tone, obviously I hit a nerve, but I didn't know why. "It was just a suggestion, don't you want to leave"

"It's not that" he sighed. I didn't say anything signalling for him to continue. "I saw a ship coming this way" Connor shut his eyes turning his head away slightly. "It got attacked by this, strange monster. More like eaten, it, it sank within seconds" he whispered, not looking at me as I looked at him with disbelief.

"You've been drinking the sea water again haven't you?"

"I knew you wouldn't believe me!"