Stranded in a Sea of Memories

Alone at the Beach

I woke up groggily, feeling the slush of the salty sea passing me, as I tasted its awful, but bearable saltiness. I moved my head slowly forward, to see where I am, and only seeing an uncharted, lush, and wild jungle.

I used my arms to get myself, and later my legs to get myself to stand, only to fail and slip. The fall was soar, but I dealt with worst when I was on the ship. I looked at the piece of broken wooden, which seemed to have saved my life. Rough seas, but the sailors I was with were much worse than any whirlpool.

Mean, drunk, cruel, and just vicious. I was just a cabin boy, a member of the crew, or more precisely a glorified slave which washed dishes, the deck, and many more awful disgusting chores. All I know is to get out of their way, when they have bottles in their hands and a gun, or a blade in the other. Sometimes they are empty handed meaning I won't have to dance or get new scars, just bloody lips, black eyes, or big fat bruises.

Yet on this beach it is calm, clean, and very kind, while on the ship it was the complete opposite. Nothing but a dirty, loud, and evil place that ship was, as for now for the first time, I guess I feel safe. Alone, but safe, and that is good enough for me. So I guess if I got washed away and that I am the only one to survive, probably some wreckage has as well washed ashore here. So as I look at the jungle, for once I could make a home for myself, while on the ship I had to keep finding private places so they won't get me, and give me a beating or force me to fight.

So as I have finally gathered my senses and balance I was able to stand, I looked at the sky and seem to be close to sunset. Even as I was swept away, the oceans were like a dog and treated me like a doll with its ever-sharp teeth. Yet with the treatment I got from the crew and the rest of the sailors on the ship, the bites of the ocean were no problem to handle.

Yet it managed to tear my shirt apart, but gladly it didn't take any clothing from the hip down. Leaving me with my pants, my sash, and my belt, as I have my bare toughened body exposed to the island. Through tough training on the ship, scarred from the cruelty of its crew, and tanned from the sun beating on my body as I sweated with hard work on the deck.

So I looked at the belt I have, and managed to find the knife, I managed to get so I could have a chance to survive. Light, beautiful, and very sharp, it cost me just about a month's worth of hard work of blood and sweat. So I used it to make at least a decent, shelter from my knowledge of books and journeying to other islands.

It wasn't great, but I was proud of it, I found the biggest boulder, some large palm leaves, a few legit sticks, and some smooth rocks. I managed to make a roof with a few sticks, and the leaves. I made a bed too with the rocks, and a pillow with some spare leaves. With some of the stick and stones, I managed to make some worthy tools and weapons.

So with my temporarily camp, I went to find food and water. After a short trip in the jungle, I found some coconuts, and other strange fruits. It seems on all the islands there are always those fuzzy brown nuts; I didn't find any water for today, but the coconut water was all right. So I went back to camp, watched the sunset and enjoyed my dinner, instead of being fed scraps, or fighting for it, and drinking the fiery liquid of their bottles to feed my hunger and thirst.

Then as the sun fell, and the moon rose, it was for the first time I saw this mechanism of nature, a wonder to see the true cycle of day to night. So with this I slept on my smooth, but bumpy bed, with both eyes closed dreaming of the joys of the beach, and not having to keep one open as I had once dreamt of the horrors on that ship.