“What is this place?”, I thought. I don’t remember anything before I woke up here on this island. In the weeks since I haven’t found anyone else, not even any animals. I don’t know why, but this island I am on is desolate. And the only memories I have are of me waking up and stumbling around this island.
For the past three weeks I’ve made some crude tools to cut coconuts off the palm trees. I used a spearhead I found in the sand and tied it to a stick to make an axe. I also found an apple tree by a small lake, this island is very strange. I’ve used some seeds from the apples to plant more apple trees and even made an irrigation system, so I’ve been busy. Somehow I managed to find a sac of goods including flint ands steel, a proper axe, and some other tools and goods.
Obviously someone had been here, at some point or another, but who? And why? I made a small fire pit on the beach and would lay by it all night for warmth. Sometimes I couldn’t fall asleep, I’d stay up trying to collect any memories I had before this island, but I didn’t have any.
A ship of some kind appeared on the ocean, hopefully they will sail over here. Tonight I’ll try to gather some wood to make a bonfire. If I’m lucky they’ll see the smoke and rescue me. Progress on my apple orchard is going well. Still no trees, but these things don’t happen overnight, although I wish they did.
I’ve been thinking about life before this island. I must have existed before because I’m 1. Already aged to about 25 years, I don’t really know for sure because I can’t even remember my age. And 2. Already know the basic skills of an experienced farmers, maybe I was a farmer before appearing on this island, I don’t know its just a thought.
More coming, soon. Update: I think the ship spotted me, and since then has adjusted its course for my island, I think.
A few hours later –
Oh no, they have guns, and don’t look happy. Umm, goodbye.