The sun was most especially bright today with the solemn breeze of dew brushing through the warm sound of the waves crashing down the shore.
A 16 year old Bruce could feel the sand crippling in his hands as he tried to open his eyelids just to be stunned by the harsh bright sunlight of the Morning Sun. he was wearing a torn down shirt and a baggy loose pair of pants.
He reached out to his face, covering any further light blinding his vision. Bruce was still having a hard time explaining what clearly happened last night that left him in this situation.
He managed to survive after almost drowning last night.
Bruce sat upright on the shore while his head was tilting from left to right. Observing his whole surroundings, he noticed that everything around him awfully resembled a paradise that most people would go to their vacations to
Bruce finally stood to his feet, trying to regain memories that stood remains from last night's incident.
He was supposed to go to the Caribbean but somehow got stuck in a big storm in the middle of the sea which eventually led him to be in this situation.
He didn't really have the time to reminisce when all of a sudden, his stomach started grumbling. It had been almost a day since he had last eaten.
"I'll patrol the area for any resources that I may use" He thought to himself as he was walking by the nearby palm trees.
Bits of shells and some crabs which were too little to even fit a gap hole in one's tooth were the only resources he could find in the shore. He was always prepared on situations like this and so he set on his survival instincts if he wishes to live for quite longer.
Bushels of leaves covered his outpost with a pile of rocks in the middle that will serve as the stand in case he'll get lucky and catch at least one fish today.
He scraped the small fibers of the Palm leaves and weaved them into an intersecting pattern, making a net in the process. Bruce knew for himself that fishes don't really appear till afternoon mostly on islands like this. Making up his mind, he decided to leave the fishnet at the far end of the island across the shores.
Basic necessities like Food, Water, and Shelter lingers through his mind, causing him to be a little bit anxious over what this island has in store for him.
He found himself wandering over the vast wilderness of the forest. He knew for himself that waiting around for nothing won't really help him at all. Hints of footprints from different kinds of animals caught his attention, especially the footprint that resembled a bear's.
"I may have my resources in this island, but it seems like predators are roaming around too" he thought to himself
Walking through the empty shades of the trees that looked like a maze from afar, he notices something that awfully resembled an arrowhead or some sort. He came up with the idea that the island had been inhabited by people before.
"Tribes?" he whispered to himself
Most primitive tribes are really dangerous to the point that they'll chase people off the island for stepping on foot on their precious sand. This is what's been troubling him while coming up with the conclusion of civilization.
A big loud grumbling of footsteps was heard from afar as the young man himself disappeared in a blink of an eye. He found himself dangling above a tree, having a good view from above.
There were two girls who were walking with each other, armed with bows and arrows in their respective yields. Alarmed, Bruce anticipated for the right moment to escape while observing the ladies from above
