The desperation. The fear. Everything was rising inside me. My heart was uncontrollable and at any moment, it would jump right out of me. All there was to see was the vast stretch of trees, the rough seas and the bolts of thunder appearing in the clouds. Nothing else, absolutely nothing. The only living crew member of the voyage was me, nobody else had survived the wreckage. I was stranded. Adding to all, I felt faintish from swimming for two days straight. There was vicious pain in my arms and legs, that made my joints feel unattached to my body.

Gathering all my strength, I managed to drag myself to a cool shade of a huge tree. As my mind could finally rest now, it floated to the first days of this catastrophic trip. There were ten of us, all very excited and nervous at the same time. Everything was fine till the eighth day when sudden and unpredicted winds started to hit us from the east. It took just two hours to see ten castaways struggling to save their lives, at that point every sailor was only for themselves. The pressure inside my head was intense but so was my determination to stay alive. After swimming for a massive forty-eight hours, I finally managed to find land.

When I managed to get up, all the problems started to dawn on me. Somehow food must be found and shelter too. Slowly and steadily stepping into this unseen forest, my first plan was to go back to the methods used by our ancestors and make some weapons to clear the path and to hunt. About an hour had gone by, I had two spears made from a sharpened rock fixed to a long stick, one bow with a few arrows and a very dangerous sword. My feeling of happiness could not be described. I felt as if I was ready for anything. It took more time to make some clothes out of leaves since wearing the same pair was not an option.