![]() ![]() ![]() I've been reluctant to face the open water since my previous exploration attempt ended when an enormous great white nearly capsized my small life raft. In the darkness I can't make out the other islands in the distance, but I know they're out there. With a pile of roasted crab at my feet, another pile of coconuts in a small hollow to my left, and a sturdy little shelter behind me, I feel a degree of contentment for the first time since the plane crash, but it's short-lived as I realize I've nearly depleted the resources of my minuscule island home. The fire crackles in front of me, roasting the crab I caught on a spear I made out of wood from a palm tree, lashings from a yucca plant, and a rock I smashed apart. ![]() The full moon rises behind me, illuminating the tiny sandy spit I call home.
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