In his tiny raft he braved the vast mighty oceans. Waves were a bit rough when he set sail late afternoon but he was able to keep balance and steady as the sea got calmer later in the evening.
He saw the sunset over the horizon and all he had to keep going was hope. Now it's just him and dark ocean with the relative safety of the island left behind. But he didn't look back and kept on going.
His little 'boat' nothing more some pieces of logs or bits of broken up furniture he found laying around,tied up with some regular rope despite his physical strength through this body it barely held together.
It also had a small makeshift sail of canvas and mast along with a little hand-held rudder to give at least some direction. Don't know how useful if at all would it be if he's struck by a violent sea storm.
Now he felt he could finally relax for a bit to take a breather and ponder about his current situation. He calculated that he only had three days worth of supplies. Mostly some dried food and as well as some freshwater in containers.
He had no clothes other the one he was currently wearing and found on that cursed island. Some kind of a men's dress in dark colours but at least we was no longer shirtless or wearing those awful ripped blue pants.
He felt he had Cast Away into the open sea and any mistake during his time on this really tiny raft will leave him plunging deep in the bottomless depths of the ocean completely forgotten if not being consumed by the God knows what beasts lurk below ready to take another victim to fill their bellies and increase their strength and size.
'Why and How I'm here?' he didn't know what to expect.
He lied down and listened to sea waves swishing while striking the logs the raft was made of.
He'll had to bear the cold if the warm sea cooled a little at night but no matter. It's a he was ready to take.