Mr. Waters Part 1

Day One

Clinging to some wood, he made it to the shore of this island. It was just his luck that the ship he booked passage on broke apart in a storm, he supposed. He spotted other debris on the beach, presumably also from the ship he was on, and considered himself lucky. Considering the lack of other survivors on the beach, he supposed that maybe he was the only one who made it.

After drying in the summertime sun on the beach for some time, he decided to survey the island, or at least attempt to. He hadn't heard any animals yet beyond a few birds, but that didn't mean much. First, he decided he needed to fashion some sort of spear, just in case, so he used some of the driftwood sitting in the sandy beach for that.

Now that his spear was ready, he ventured into the island's interior. After a relatively uneventful exploration of the island, he came to the conclusion that there were no land animals here, owing to the lack of any tracks on the ground, and the fearlessness the birds displayed to him. The island was quite small, perhaps no bigger than Port Nautitus, but that was just as well. He preferred to stay close to the water's edge to catch the attention of any passing ships.

Day Four

He was fortunate to have found some discarded netting washed ashore on the beach, and was using it to catch fish. A simple spark spell took care of lighting fires, but he still had to get started on a shelter, as rain would inevitably come sooner rather than later. Looking at the large trees on the island, he started to think about how he would fashion a shelter.

After several hours of effort, the makings of a shelter were done. He had decided to focus on a roof first, which was just as well as he could see clouds starting to fill the sky. Hurrying the work, some makeshift walls to break up the wind were in place as the first drops of rain began to fall from the sky.

Sitting inside the hastily finished hut, he could only laugh at his fortune.

"Just in the nick of time, huh?" He said out loud.

The rain pounded the island ceaselessly for hours, and at times it felt like he was going to be washed away in the torrential downpour. As he fell asleep to the sound of the rain, he hoped he would be rescued soon.

Day Ten

He forgot how much he hated fish. It was keeping him fed, but he longed for chicken, pork, and other farm animals. The birds that populated the island were quite small, but he wondered if their eggs were any good.

Day Eleven

The eggs were not any good.

Day Twelve

He was pretty sure the eggs were in fact poisonous, based on the vomiting. What about the birds themselves though?

Day Thirteen

The birds were even worse. Maybe that's why they were so fearless.

Day Fourteen

Yes, he would leave the birds alone. He'd rather eat fish for a century than feel like that again.

Day Sixty

His hopes at a quick rescue were getting quickly dashed by the march of time. He wondered if he had been declared dead by now, of what his family was thinking. He longed to be reunited with his wife and children, and hoped that they were well. As he walked around the island, he thought about what his father would have done in this situation.

"He'd probably say I have to rescue myself." He said out loud.

Rescue myself? That's it! He looked around him, and realized he had all the materials he needed to make at least a boat if not a ship. He needed to plan this carefully if he didn't want to end up back on the island, though.