Castaway Island

Chapter 7

Okay, I'm at the beach. How am I going to cook this turtle? Do I have to eat it raw? Gross. I tear apart the shell from the body. Eww. I'm shuddering. I don't know what to eat first. The skin hangs from where I ripped it. I gag. This time, I can't keep myslef from puking on the sand. My knees are warm with sand. At least they aren't wet with puke.

I don't think I can eat this turtle. Now that I think of it, I could get salmonalla. And I only have a bottle of red nail polish. Can I survive with only that? No way. But, how could I make myself a burden to Sam? I can't. But, I have to go back, to explain. And I'll get some tips. Also, I'll give him the turtle. I really don't want it anymore.

I turn to get up. Quickly, I avoid the puke on the sand. In fact, the smell is so bad, I cover the puke with more sand. Oh no. Now, my stomach is completely empty. I know I shouldn't be dramatic but I sigh anyway. How come bad things always happen to me?

I decide against running back to the tree house. What kind of person would that make me? Weak and inconsiderate that's what. It's a little annoying that I'm so dependent. Maybe I could make a house or something like on that old show. What's it called again? Gillian's Island? Maybe it's called Grilligan's island? I've only seen it once. In the show they have lots of neat stuff. I've only been here on this island for four days. I just haven't gone to work yet. I better occupy my mind before I go insane.

I could make a boat but first I should build a fire. I mean, how hard can it be, right? Then, maybe I can boil the stupid salt water. That might make it drinkable. Okay, think, how am I going to build a fire pit? Well, once, in a movie, I saw people putting rocks around their fire pit. Now, why would they do that? It doesn't make any sense.

After a few minutes, I realize: The rocks protect the fire from being blown out by the wind. I guess I should have been smarter than that, but, what can I say? I'm on an island. A castaway island. How did those cannibals get on this island. Did they crash like Sam did? Honestly, Sam doesn't seem very put together. I wonder how long he's been on this island. Maybe he really is crazy.

Okay, time to find some rocks. Or boulders. Pebbles. Anything? There isn't anything useful on the ground. Some wet driftwood? I pick up a bunch. Unfortunately, I'm wearing short sleeves and shorts. Now, I'm sure to get splinters. I leave the driftwood far away from the beach by a mango tree. If only I was strong enough to climb the stupid tree. Then I could have a mango.

Maybe if I had some pebbles to throw at the fruit. Argh. Why doesn't anything ever go my way?