Stranded_(4)

**If you do not like the themes, you won’t like this story, so don’t bother reading. If you do find them to your likings though, I hope you will have a good time reading it. Note that this is my first story, and there may be some common beginner errors. Suggestions are always welcome**

There I was, lying on the beach, stranded on an island. I was recollecting recent
events which ultimately led to the situation I’m in.

It was a lovely summer morning, so I decided to go fishing at sea,
try my luck, and also get some free food, why not? After the last of
the preparations had been made, I put on my “lucky” shirt and set sail. It was very
warm, and I could feel the Sun massaging my skin. I finally found a nice spot, far from the shore where I thought should be plenty of fish.

I was fishing for about an hour with no success whatsoever, and started feeling sleepy, probably from the soothing sea air. I have no idea how long I was sleeping. Suddenly, a loud noise awoke me from my slumber. Still feeling dizzy from deep sleep, I barely realized that a big storm had begun. I tried to reach the navigating room, but a large wave hit my yacht, knocking me unconscious.

Finally, I woke up, finding myself stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere. I took a deep breath and managed to gather strength to get up. So I started exploring the island. The beach was long and sandy, and there was a tropical forest, who knows how big, going towards the middle of the island.

As I went on, I spotted something strange. There was something washed ashore. I moved closer, feeling curious. To my surprise, it was a girl in her early twenties. Her long, black hair mixed with sand as she was lying on her back. Her clothes were wet, as we probably shared similar fate.