Survival

Ship wrecked, what the heck! A dessert island, deserted and slim chances of survival. Marooned, to be found no time soon. being gloom will surly seal your doom! No time to sit upon the sandy shore and anticipate. Life is precious get to your feet for goodness sake! In this scorching heat you will surly dehydrate. Make efforts dont sit there and self hate. Got to investigate the island, a source of fresh water is a must find, before you start to hellucinate. Make a shelter a place to hide, of the ground from biting crabs. hidden from any prowling big cats. The next plans food, go hunt with a make shift spear. Into the oceann I disappear. Breaking the surface with a gasp, a whoop and a hooray you caught a stingray. you’ll have supper at last.