I looked down in disbelief, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean. My boat was wrecked to pieces, and to make matters worse I couldn’t find Preston – my beloved cat. As soon as I realised what situation I was stuck in, I noticed that my food supplies were dangerously low (because of serious snacking on the boat) and I couldn’t scan around for any materials to potentially build a vehicle to at least transport us to Australia. Suddenly, I heard screeching voices coming from the small forest west of my position. I trusted my instincts and headed in the same direction, hoping to find survivors or any useful resources. But I found nothing.
At once, I had a plan in my head, so first, gather up wood. The only problem with this was that there were hardly any suitable trees or any wood for that matter. Despite this, I was determined to find any hollow logs or tree stumps.
However, to my rescue, Preston came back, his mouth filled with sticks and leaves. Most of them were burnt, as a result of a radiant sun, but I could make a campfire with the remaining supplies. During Prestons absence, I had already searched for coconuts or berries and had been lucky enough to find some to last the night.