Prologue

The lifeboats were gone. Bob had no choice but to bail off of the sailboat. While he did, he prayed that something would carry him to safety, somewhere. Summoning up his courage, he jumped off the side, and thought that his life was over.

Day 1

Bob woke up on a sandy beach. It looked beautiful, but deep down he knew something was wrong. He could only remember his name, nothing about how he got here, or why.

“Hello?” Bob shouted. Nothing but an echo. He waited a while, sitting in the sand, to see if anyone was there. Still no one came.

“I guess I’m on my own” He thought. Then, a sudden flashback came to him, of the jumping off the boat. The truth sunk into him as he stood there, dumbfounded and frightened. He needed to survive. With an idea, he checked his pockets for a useful tool, and found a soggy wallet.

“It’s not like I can buy a plane ticket to civilization” He thought, with a humorous situation in his head.

Day 2

Bob woke up on the beach with a mouthful of sand. His stomach was moaning and aching from not eating or drinking anything for at least 2 days.

“If I want to live, I am going to need some water, at the least. Maybe there will be some in the forest.”

With hope, he wandered through the bush, not picking a single thing for a few minutes, until a strange shelled fruit fell on the ground in front of him. With fear of what it could be, Bob approached it cautiously. Then, a memory came back to him. It was in a large warehouse structure, with lots of food inside. Someone was drinking out of one of the fruits.

“It’s safe” he thought, while grabbing it.

“But how do I get the darn thing open?”. He turned in around in his hands, and threw it at a rock. It just banged off of it. He took it and smashed on a pointy rock. A liquid poured out, which looked like water, but was very sweet, but kind of like a milkshake. Then, with even more strength, he smashed it in half, and ate the lining of the shell. It tasted sweet, also. Content with the taste and how it filled him up, he gathered some and stockpiled them farther away from the tide that was coming in.