Fonnaxa Island

Day One

I eventually woke up when my boat hit land, it jolting me awake, I glance around, disoriented as a screeching pain shoots thru various parts of my body, I take in the pinks, red, and oranges that paint the sky like watercolors, a few fluffy white clouds looking like the white of the paper. I stumble out of my boat; the damp cream colored sand gentle sticking to my black boots, there seems to be this soft white fog covering everything, everything seams so dreamy… like my mind was the fog… I pulled my boat along with me onto the beach, ignoring all the aching pains in my body, the blood on my face has dried, not letting anymore blood seep thru the cut on my cheek. I take one of the empty water bottles from my backpack and fill it with some salt water, ¨it's not the best, but it´ll work well enough for the wounds…¨ my voice came out so quiet that if anyone else was around, it would probably be mistaken as the wind… I walk over to my boat and sit inside it, pulling back my sleeves to see my hand, the flesh was burnt and scarred, the pinky-red color looks angry and harsh against my usually pale skin, I reach under my oversized sweater and pulling off my white cotton tanktop from underneath, I take my knife and use it to cut my tanktop into bandages. Using one of my make shift bandages to wrap my hand, I take another one and pour a bit of salt water on it, using it to clean the cut on my cheek and the blood from my nose, ¨Mm, shoot!¨ I hissed from the stinging pain.I take off my long dark brown leather jacket and tie it to my boat, making it easier to drag around. I glance around to see if I can find anything useful, picking up a couple of seashells and some seaweed that the tied brought in, packing them away into my backpack incase they come in handy later, then after resting a bit I start heading into the forest, boat tied around my waist. I walk through the forest for a while, my boat occasionally getting stuck, I collect some black berries, plums, and apples that I find along the way, eventually I find a river, I can see the water running overtop of the rocks and some white sturgeon fish swimming thru there, I set up my fish net in the river and set my boat in the shaded area under one of the weeping willow trees, there are some wisteria growing nearby, so I use my pocket knife to cut some, ¨I really hope that these will be strong enough…¨ my voice was hoarse and dry from the smoke. I gathered some sticks, taking one of the bigger seashells I collected and using it to break off some of the weaker branches from some trees, making sure to collect extra wood as well. I drag the wood i collected back to my camp, loading most of it into one side of my boat, using the rest to make a small fire, I use some rocks to make a safety ring around my sticks and I take one of my matches, lighting the fire, sitting in front of it as I eat a plum and get ready for bed. After I finish eating I get in my boat, laying down inside it and using my little backpack as a pillow as I drift into a deep slumber…