It must be several days since I
had to drop the plane into the ocean but to tell the truth, I've already
lost track of time, so I'm not even sure what day it is. All the days look
the same here; clean white sandy beach, lush vegetation, blue sea waters,
clear blue skies [does it ever rain here?}.
The only bummer is that I am the only one here; only person that is.
Most of the fruits on the trees have been pretty good, and some of the fish
and small animals that I've been able to catch and cook have kept me going.
I was lucky to have been able to salvage pretty much what I need from the
plane, and being in top notch shape also didn't hurt. For once, my
athletically toned body came in handy for more than just attracting sex
partners . Yeah, I have a few days growth of beard but that's the least of my
problems. I've decided that wearing clothes is just a foolish thing to do so
I have stripped down to my briefs and that's more comfortable. Luckily my
tan complexion keeps me from burning up from the sun.
The trees up from the waterline appear to be the beginning of some kind of
jungle that I don't want to explore just yet. I don't know what's in there
and I don't want to find out the hard way. I'm hoping that some ship will
pass by and spot me. My cell isn't worth a shit. Most of all, I just miss
the company of another human being. Oh yeah, I also spend a lot of time
fantasizing about sex. Lenny Bruce was right. A woman in this situation
would not even think of sex. But men, well we are just dogs, always walking
around with hard dicks, even on a deserted island.
So now, I am just walking along the beach, scanning the water for
sign of a passing ship. Suddenly I spot something moving in my peripheral
vision. I look and cannot believe my eyes!
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