Paper Box

Chapter V

Joe slowly awoke, the first feeling he felt pain, from the inevitable sunburn. He had so much to do, so much to think about, so much pain burdening him. He rose up, thinking less of the pain, which made it hurt less. What first? His first immediate thought was to just...give up. Let it go and die. But I've got to much to live for. So he started to think. And think. And think. He then made a mental to-do list. 1:salvage what I can from ship. Theres no reason to do that. Joe didn't find anything but that beach towel, which seemed to be the only thing intact. Ok, 2:tend to injuries. That won't be difficult. He hobbled to the edge of the jungle, to the nearest banana tree, tugged off some banana leaves, and grabbed some driftwood, and crafted a splint, which he wrapped around his leg. Alright, on to the next priority. 3:find and/or make shelter. Well, he couldn't make a shelter, it was nearly dark, the sun was just beginning to set. The boat! He walked over to the boat, checked the living conditions, which were adequate enough to live in. 4:food and water. He would have to deal with those tomorrow. The sun was already starting to set too low and it was already, obviously, too dark to get any more work done. He walked over to the boat, crawled inside the cabin, curled up, and finally quenched his thirst for what he desired most at the time: sleep.

So much to do! What to do?

Live long and prosper!🖖🏻 P.S.:sorry about the little trouble with the chapter order. Please read them in the proper order! Thanks!