Shipwrecked

Day 2

       Sometimes you wish you were on a vacation and somewhere other than home. Having so much fun like eating, sleeping and getting away from all that chaos.

       Not me though.

       I wish I was back home and sleeping in my comfy bed and dreading the next day because I had to wake up early to go to work.

       Drinking my morning coffee was my most peaceful time of the day because it felt like for ten minutes every thing froze and got quiet. The traffic was quiet for once because it was early and everyone was asleep and not making any noise. It was a time where I can actually hear myself think but here, it was always noisy. The birds never closed their beaks,  the waves were so loud and I swear there is a monkey party going on far in the forest. Usually it's peaceful and soothing but not here.

       I decided today I was going to figure out a way to get food and water. Those waffles weren't going to last me long. I sat in the sand by the water watching the sunrise. It was beautiful with it's oranges, pinks and yellows painted across the sky.

       I looked around trying to see if there was anything edible or drinkable.

BONK! A big rock or something landed on my head.      

       After the excruciating pain died down I looked to see what object was so hard that caused me pain. I looked to my left and found a coconut laying there all innocent. When I finished my tantrum I looked back at the coconut. Wait a COCONUT! Why didn't I think of that! I can use that for food or water. The green ones contain liquid on the inside and the brown ones were ripe and solid on the inside! I grabbed my machete and the greenish looking coconut and started violently whacking at it's shell.

       After the tenth whack it split into two. The liquid started spilling out so I quickly sipped what was left which was only maybe an inch of coconut water and sighed with relief to have liquid slide down my dry throat. It was refreshing. I looked up at the tree leaning over me and saw three other coconuts. Two were green and one was more brown and green. The tree was practically horizontal so it would be easy to climb.

       I went to the trunk of the tree and started climbing. The wood felt smooth under my feet. I reached for the coconuts and grabbed my machete and sliced the stem of each coconut and watched them land on the sand with a THUD. I climbed back down the trunk to collect my prize.

       I grabbed the coconuts and walked back to my shelter. I put some ferns down and put the coconuts on top them into a pile next to the door. I didn't want to get too many coconuts because I want them to ripe and still fresh then have them sitting in a pile for days without being touched.

       Once I was done being proud of myself I decided to make a door for my shelter. I didn't know what materials I should use for it so I looked around again and found a dead palm tree near the beach. It's wood looked pretty sturdy so dragged it to the shelter and sliced the trunk into four long pieces. I leaned each one against the cave leaving a space for me to get in and out of it.

       My shelter was practically done, so I decided I needed to go get some food. The coconuts won't fill me up that much so I needed something to fill my stomach. I found a nice long and thick branch that I can use to spear fish with. I picked up the branch and went to sit down by the fire. The wood chips that I would slice off the branch head would make good fuel for the fire.

       The wood was difficult to slice through. It had a tough bark on it's outside. So much so my hand slipped mid-slice and cut the palm of my hand which was holding the branch. I winced after noticing how deep it had gone. I swiftly went in my suitcase and ripped a piece of fabric from one of my socks and started wrapping it around the bloody wound. It only felt like a paper cut on my palm. This would effect my luck for fishing.

       I continued whittling the branch but was more careful this time not to slip. I held it against a rock with my elbow because my hand didn't have good grip on the branch when there was fabric wrapped around it.

       After about thirty minutes of whittling, I finally had a decent spear that could kill a fish with enough force to pierce through the flesh. I stood up and walked to the beach. I rolled up my pant legs just above my knee cap and started to slowly walked into the large ocean. The water sent a chill down my spine. The sand underneath my toes was soft but had some pebbles that was something I had to be aware of.

       There was no fish in sight as I shuffled across the sand slowly not wanting to scare them away. I was becoming less and less hopeful by the minute. I was starting to walk back to shore as I saw a reflection of the sun on something in the corner of my eye. There was a school of decent sized fish about eight feet away. I slowly walk towards them and when I get to a distance where I could spear one, I raised the spear above my head and started striking the ocean violently until I got one. All of a sudden I felt something on the end off the spear and saw I caught one of the fish. It was flapping back and forth desperately wanting to go back in the water.

       I walked back to the shelter with my fresh fish. I filleted the fish and cooked it over the fire. By then the sun started to go down. I ate my fish feeling proud of my catch and wondered if anyone was actually searching for me. I just wish there were more people here with me. I'm already feeling lonely and it's only been two days.

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