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I've been on this island for four years now. It wasn't my choice, but fate's to be here.
A friend and I were in an airplane for a bit of a tour of a few Caribbean islands, when
the pilot mentioned that there was one island below that he didn't recognize. And then the
trouble started. We were flying just off shore when something went wrong. I don't know
what, but we fell. Try as he might, the pilot couldn't get the plane up. My friend screamed, I
was too scared to so much as blink. The plane crashed on the beach. My friend and I were
miraculously unharmed, but the pilot had died.
We sat on the beach, shaking slightly, when we heard the sound of people coming. We
watched as about a dozen people came out to see what had happened. Their skin was mostly
white, but very tanned. They told us, in English, that the name of the island was Terra Dewa.
They seemed anxious to tell newcomers of the island's culture. They told us that they
kept the island's population low so that they could keep most of the rainforest alive. They also
told us that each of the island's occupants had a second name, an animal name. I became
Kara, or cat. My friend became Fretia, falcon.
We eventually learned to live off of what we could find around us. We made cloth from
cotton, flax, and animal wool. We used meat and tropical fruit for food, and learned the best
places to gather water. We, with the help of the others, we cleared a place for a house, and
used the wood that we cut down for the house. Extra branches became speared staffs, for
hunting.
After close to a year, my friend caught a tropical disease of some sort. She died a week
later. After that, I lost all hope or desire of rescue. It was a wound that never healed.
For her funeral, she was place on some sort of flat-bottomed boat with a large amount
of wood, set out in the bay, and burned. Everyone attended. A few could be heard muttering
"It is she"
Time passed quickly, and now that I look back, I think I gained more wisdom and
knowledge in the last four years than I've gained in my entire life. This island is my home, my
life, and I never want to leave it.
~~~~~
I've been on this island for four years now. It wasn't my choice, but fate's to be here.
A friend and I were in an airplane for a bit of a tour of a few Caribbean islands, when
the pilot mentioned that there was one island below that he didn't recognize. And then the
trouble started. We were flying just off shore when something went wrong. I don't know
what, but we fell. Try as he might, the pilot couldn't get the plane up. My friend screamed, I
was too scared to so much as blink. The plane crashed on the beach. My friend and I were
miraculously unharmed, but the pilot had died.
We sat on the beach, shaking slightly, when we heard the sound of people coming. We
watched as about a dozen people came out to see what had happened. Their skin was mostly
white, but very tanned. They told us, in English, that the name of the island was Terra Dewa.
They seemed anxious to tell newcomers of the island's culture. They told us that they
kept the island's population low so that they could keep most of the rainforest alive. They also
told us that each of the island's occupants had a second name, an animal name. I became
Kara, or cat. My friend became Fretia, falcon.
We eventually learned to live off of what we could find around us. We made cloth from
cotton, flax, and animal wool. We used meat and tropical fruit for food, and learned the best
places to gather water. We, with the help of the others, we cleared a place for a house, and
used the wood that we cut down for the house. Extra branches became speared staffs, for
hunting.
After close to a year, my friend caught a tropical disease of some sort. She died a week
later. After that, I lost all hope or desire of rescue. It was a wound that never healed.
For her funeral, she was place on some sort of flat-bottomed boat with a large amount
of wood, set out in the bay, and burned. Everyone attended. A few could be heard muttering
"It is she"
Time passed quickly, and now that I look back, I think I gained more wisdom and
knowledge in the last four years than I've gained in my entire life. This island is my home, my
life, and I never want to leave it.
~~~~~