I am a shipwrecked sailor...

There was a horrible storm that night. Even though my whole crew was suffering with me, I could only feel myself and the rain. The boat rocked side to side, almost vertically. That's when I felt the wave crash on me, and I tumbled in the water. I swirled with the wave, almost until I didn't know where my up and down was. It was in that moment that I realized I must have been washed over board. I freaked out, but I let the waves take me wherever they were taking me. Eventually the waves died down, and I found bits and pieces of floating driftwood (perhaps from the ship??) and floated on that for days. My lips were parched, but I had nothing to drink. My stomach was empty, but I had nothing to eat. I waited for land to appear. Days and days I waited.

Finally I spotted land in the distance. I was two seconds away from drinking the salty sea water, and close enough to eating my own hand. I paddled with my hands toward the shore. When I got there, I found the native peoples of this small island. They had their spears pointed at me, and their eyes boring holes into my head. The tribe leader (I could tell because he had the longest feathers on his head) whispered something to the very short guy beside him, and that short guy yelled out something in their native tongue. I was so scared, I was near wetting myself. I tried to show that I came in peace, and that I just wanted food and water and a place to rest, but I think they saw that as some threat. They all started throwing their spears at me. I started running and dodging like crazzzzzzyyyy. Miraculously I didn't get hit. They saw this as some sort of un-human talent (the fact that I stayed alive somehow) and took me to their base camp.

They didn't have the best quality materials and foods, but I was thankful to have anything. They gave me a hammock to sleep in, all the foods I wanted, and I was free to do whatever I like. They were very kind people. I observed that they got drinking water by boiling the sea water in pot-like stones over a fire, and collected the evaporated water on a canvas. Apparently they found the canvas from a shipwreck out at sea, and it had floated all the way to their island. They used more large stones to cook their food on, and set up traps in the forests to capture small animals for meat. They used quite advanced skills for the resources that were present. I survived like this, with them, and I learned their ways. I helped with the hunting and work. I learned their language. I became one of them.

There was no way for me to go home. I'd tried SOSs with the brush wood, some flares I created, but nothing. No one. No one was looking for me. So I created a life here. And I'm pretty much happy with how my life turned out. One day. One day I'll go back. And I'll tell of my shipwrecked story.