You push yourself to your feet. There you stand. In the surf. Dim memories of panic, smoke, cries.
You look around you. Sand and green. You try not to cry. You look out to sea. Nothing. You walk about.
There's dense jungle, bush, trees, vines. Some of the trees are fruiting. You hear small animals inthe undergrowth. You can't see high ground but you find a stream running into the sea. Fresh water.
You wander back and forth from your original position, for what you think is several hours. The coast seems to curve around in a circle. No sign of life. You're either on an island or, at best, a remote peninsula. You try and remember your flight, the last definite time you can identify, your basic geography... your best guess is that you are on an island. In a vast ocean. Alone. You think you are back at the spot where you first washed up, you look out to sea, again. There is no sign of wreckage. No smoke. No passing ships. No planes in the sky. But...
Far out at sea... you think... there are shapes.
Five? Yes, five packages!
The tide seems to be washing them in.
You wade out a little way.
The packages are getting nearer.
What would you want to find in those five packages?
What wouldn't you want to find in those five packages?
What would you do on your island?
[ 29.04.2007, 19:01: Message edited by: Black Mask ]
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