Marooned

After our yacht was wrecked by the storm I was washed up on a tropical island. My two companions sadly had not made it I found them both washed up and lifeless. First priority was to bury the bodies before they attracted unwanted attention. With no tools I spotted a shallow cave perfect putting them inside I covered the entrance with loose rocks that had slide down the cliffs. Near by another larger cave would serve as shelter with a few palm leaves and dry grass. There was even a hole in the roof that let out the smoke from my fire made from sticks. I found a stream near by so thirst no problem collecting nuts and berries I noticed long frongs that I wove into traps and placed them in both the sea and stream. A parrot befriended me so I had good company. The traps soon worked. Crabs eels and lobsters caught inside a real feast. With the flint I had earlier found I scaled the cliffs and set a signal fire unlike down on the beach the mosquititoes had a field day. Yet I noticed they avoided a pungent plant and rubbed it all over what a blessed relief They soon left me alone. In time I fashioned some rustic tools and built a hut near the fire. Near by I spotted both wild pigs and horses placing some feed I soon was able to touch and eventually ride some of them making both travel and hunting so much easier. Apart from human company I had it all. I tilled the ground and planted tubers I had found, irrigation channels kept them moist. Scoring a tree I kept vague track of time as first one year passed then another with no sightings. At long last I saw a sail and lit my fire. The yatch headed my way I was saved. With mixed feeling I left the island. To return there with all I needed, which was little, a yatch so I could come and go at will. A few chickens, a calf, cat and a dog. Some strong tools to till and sow the land. Lastly a good fishing rod and a feather matress here I would wile away my remaining days.