I might start giving chapters names up here. I also might speed up the pace of the story significantly.

Anyways thanks for reading this far!

Day 2

Daniel opens his eyes. He half expects to be in his bed, staring at the ceiling. The dirt in his hair and hands remind him otherwise.

'I'm still here. And that sleep was shit.'

The man recalls his fitful rest. He remembers waking up many times, where each instance saw the fire growing dimmer and dimmer. He lies in the dirt, looking at the forest canopy above. His arms and shoulders ache, likely from the coconut tree climbing he performed yesterday. Although he is tired and sore, the sun and uncomfortable dirt bid him to rise. Once on his feet he spies the pineapple-leafed oddish. It looks him dead in the eyes for more than a moment then retreats into the underbrush.

'I think he's starting to like me.'

The man strolls to a tree some distance away from the pond. Each step reminds him of how little sleep he actually got. The man unzips his pants after arriving at the tree.

'Oh that is not a healthy colored stream.'

The man finishes up and returns to the pond where he begins to husk some coconuts. The task is easier this time around with his stone knife. He drinks their water and begrudgingly eats their meat.

'I don't know if I can eat this stuff for much longer. I crave something else. Fruit. Wait, maybe there are some pokemon berries on the island! I wonder how those in-game effects work here?'

The man begins to search the forest. The morning is filled with the cries of pokemon and hum of insects. The sea breeze rustles the canopy above and the sun reaches the ground in scattered pockets. Those pockets blessed with sunlight are green with shrubbery and patches of grass so full that the neighbors would get annoyed at you. The man spots a fruiting bush in one of these pockets. It looks like a shrub that is shaped like a miniature tree, complete with a tiny trunk about a foot high. Its leaves and branches are a pale salmon color. Small, round, blue berries are sprinkled about the ends of the branches. Each berry has tiny pock marks reminiscent of a strawberry with the seeds removed.

'Whoa, is this an oran berry bush? Sure looks like it. I thought the bush would be green. They look like blueberries, but are the size of strawberries. I hope they're sweet!'

The man plucks one and takes a bite. It feels like a strawberry, but less juicy. It has a subtle sour taste, with an equally subtle bitter aftertaste. He finishes the berry and a wave of relief washes over him. His Arms and shoulders no longer ache. The fatigue from his fitful night begins to melt away.

'Wow. It might not have tasted like much, but that healing property is much appreciated.'

The man continues to graze off the bush. Each berry sates his hunger little by little, however he feels the same amount of energy in him despite the number berries he inhales. After his meal, his mouth tastes bitter.

'I think I'll spend the day foraging for food. I should leave some berries on this bush too. I don't want them to go extinct on this island.'

The man returns to the pond with a sturdy, long stick he picked up. He intends to use it for digging up root vegetables. He scours the forest floor, trying to dig up anything that reminds him of a carrot, potato, onion, or turnip. Most leafy tops turned out to have tiny roots, and nothing edible looking. The man found a handful of possibly edible tubers. Some sad, skinny carrots, a few yellow bulbs, and some bigger red bulbs filled his cargo shorts. The man returns to the pond as the sun sets. Once there, he tries starting another fire. He matches the end of the spinning fire stick to the divot in the base fire stick. He begins rubbing his hand down the spinning stick, returning to the top like a typewriter when he hits the end of the line.

'Okay keep rubbing until its done, Daniel.'

The exhausting motion continues. The man receives brief moments of rest when he raises his hands to repeat the motion. Black embers collect on the rim of the divot. It emits a small but steady stream of smoke. The man stops the motion and removes the spinning stick. He watches as the black powder continues to smoke, the sign that he's got the first step done. He carefully transports the divot's contents to a coconut husk and begins to blow. Soon enough he has a fire going. The man washes off the tubers in the pond and roasts them directly on the fire. He uses a stick to keep them from burning. The skinny carrots seem to be wild carrots. They taste inoffensive. The Yellow bulbs are extremely bitter. He can't even finish chewing the first and only one he tried. The red bulbs however, have yellow insides and taste sweet.

'Holy shit are these sweet potatoes? I won't have to worry if I keep finding these!.'

The man finishes the sweet potatoes and cracks open some coconuts as night falls. The starry sky greets him once more. The luminous band that is the milky way remains absent, assuring Daniel that he is no longer on Earth. He lies down next to the fire, trying to get his exhaustion to work for him.

'Another day done with Daniel. You're almost out of coconuts and should find a way to boil water. Maybe there's clay somewhere on this island. If it feels like clay when it's wet, then it probably is. Right? You also need protein Daniel. Try catching some fish yeah?'

As Daniel Drifts in thought, eventually drifting to sleep.

Day 3

Daniel Wakes up. His body remains heavy as he rises to his feet. The yellow shirt, dark cargo shorts, and hair are all covered in pale gray dirt. He dusts himself off and spots the oddish again. Its pineapple-leafed head appears less alert.

"Good morning there" says the man in a friendly, but groggy tone. He makes sure to smile with both his eyes and his mouth.

The oddish keeps a wary expression on its face. It keeps its distance as it watches Daniel drill two coconuts to drink the water and crack each into two halves. The man turns to the walking radish and squats with a coconut half in his hand.

"Would you like some? I'd rather eat some fish right now." Daniel keeps the smile as the oddish takes a step forward. The walking radish keeps eye contact as the man squats with his arm outstretched. It takes a sniff of the coconut with the part of its face where a nose would be.

'Is this thing physically capable of smelling things?'

The oddish bites the offered coconut and scampers back to its grass patch.

'I hope he likes it. Maybe he'll help me out?'

The man finds a sturdy sapling near the pond with which he will fashion a fishing spear. Using a sharp rock, he hacks and shaves one end to the thickness of a permanent marker. It ends in a point as sharp as a pencil.

'Hopefully this goes well.'

The man takes his new implement and strides towards the beach. The sky is clear, devoid of any cloud cover and almost too bright to look at. Daniel keeps his eyes on the sand, away from the sky. The white sand likewise shines annoyingly into his eyes. The water remains crystal clear. He could spy a fish if one swam close enough, so he keeps his eyes on the water as he walks along. The shifting sea occasionally shines a solar-powered laser pointer into his eyes. It seems Daniel will receive no mercy from the sun. Meanwhile the breeze fills his ears and wicks the sweat off his body, granting some mercy as the sun beats him down and assaults his eyes.

Daniel enjoys the rhythmic waves and occasional wingull cry while time passes. His fish search has been underway for some time now. He no longer looks to his wrist for a watch that doesn't exist. Wild krabby hide in sandy holes near the water. They claw at each other and anything that gets too close. The man makes a mental note.

'I'm sure those krabby scare off any edible fish.'

Eventually, Daniel spies movement in the water. It's a wide, shiny figure which slowly mulls around. It slithers mere inches from the water's surface. The man tenses up and takes his fishing spear into both his hands, posing as if he pulled a large lever. He keeps the pose as he removes his flip-flops and enters the water. The wide fish does not appear to notice the new presence so Daniel gets about one yard away. He keeps his eyes on the prize and quickly thrusts. The spear makes a tiny splash, the water puts up no resistance. The fish appears to react just before its flank is pierced. The man makes a scooping motion with the spear, trying to keep his quarry skewered. The sharp end emerges from the water with a fish flopping its life away. Daniel watches it in disbelief.

'How did I do that? How lucky can I get? It looks delicious.'

The fish is about an inch bigger in each direction than Daniel's hand. It looks normal to him, with silver scales, a yellow stripe, tail and fins. Its eyes are round and drained of life. The flopping comes to a slow stop.

'Alright back to camp! I can't wait to eat this.'

The sun's rays intensify as it becomes midday. Daniel notices how much he's sweating and remembers that he only has two coconuts waiting for him at camp. An upright coconut tree sways win the wind, taunting the man.

'I think I'll learn to climb those trees. Try not to die in the process too.'

Daniel returns to camp and starts a fire. He removes the fish from his spear and skewers it on a stick. He starts roasting the fish. The skin turns a golden brown and its juices run down its body. Daniel waits until its almost blackened on both sides before taking a bite.

'Alright, here goes.'

The man sinks his teeth into the fish. The hot fish oil scald his mouth and he leaves only teeth marks in the fish.

'Oh fuck. Jeez. Damnit.'

He counts to 100 before taking another chomp, his hunger becoming more and more apparent with every count. The fish's skin is crispy and tastes slightly burnt. Its flesh tastes better than any other fish Daniel has ever tasted before. It tastes slightly of the sea and wood.

'Man, that hunger really makes anything taste good.'

The man partakes in the guts and eyes of the fish as well. His hunger pushes him through the ordeal. All that remains is a fish skeleton with a damaged skull from an enthusiastic bite.

"sigh. That was way better than it had any right to be."

Daniel rises to his feet to continue his day.