Right when I woke up, I coughed up a bunch of water. A man with long blonde hair and a beard stood over me.
"Oh good, you're alive! I'm Jerry," the man offered his hand to help me up. I took it and stood next to him.
"Hi Jerry, I'm beck. Where am I?" I looked around, to be greeted to a beach, with waves gently rolling onto shore behind us.
"Uncharted island, I've been here for about a week, I believe." Jerry informed me. My heart dropped. Where were my other friends then? We were on a ship, when it sank.
"Has anyone else washed up to shore?" I asked. Jerry shook his head.
"Don't worry though, some people might still wash up." He said. I nodded, I could only hope that my friends were okay and not lifeless beneath the ocean waves. Jerry offered for me to stick with him, he said he was a nature man and knew how to keep alive. And so, I stayed with the stranger. About a month later, we got rescued, the rest of our friends had been rescued as well.
I'm sorry this one sucks, I just feel like Jerry is a big man of nature who would do fine surviving off the land, ya know
