Chapter 2: I Will Survive
I had come up with a way to manage my trash. I certainly don’t want to live in filth. I got my waste management under control—without involving the Teamsters. This island may be the only place where that’s possible. On the other hand, this seems like the perfect place to find Jimmy Hoffa.
Now that I had a place to dispose of trash, I cleaned up the mess on the beach. Okay, trying to keep a jungle beach clean may be a losing proposition, but I do have a lot of free time these days. Maybe later I’ll count sand grains for fun, then try to beat that number the next day. Note to self: sarcasm helps less.
I always wanted beachfront property. I might as well try and make the most of what’s here. The ocean water looked very inviting, so I went for a dip. I feel like a new person after my swim. I should do that more often. Worst case—I’ll swim home.
An ocean fish would make an excellent meal. I tried to spear one…several times. But I finally caught a fish! It took some time and patience, but I actually speared a wild fish—a fierce and dangerous sea fish. I have never felt so alive before. I just hope that the fish don’t find their own spears.
I cooked the fish I caught on the fire. If the smell attracts any wild animals…I’ll eat them too! Who knew that watching countless hours at cooking shows on cable would pay off one day? I wrapped my fish in a leaf and cooked it on the fire. It may be the single most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten…here.
After taking a closer look at the debris by the water’s edge, I think it’ll make a good starting point for a raft. Granted, a better starting point for my raft would be SimCity Harbour, but who’s complaining?
I combined the fallen bamboo with the flotsam debris to make a raft base. My raft project is officially underway. It feels good to be in control again…even if it is a completely false sense of control. It’s the thought that counts, right?
I had come up with a way to manage my trash. I certainly don’t want to live in filth. I got my waste management under control—without involving the Teamsters. This island may be the only place where that’s possible. On the other hand, this seems like the perfect place to find Jimmy Hoffa.
Now that I had a place to dispose of trash, I cleaned up the mess on the beach. Okay, trying to keep a jungle beach clean may be a losing proposition, but I do have a lot of free time these days. Maybe later I’ll count sand grains for fun, then try to beat that number the next day. Note to self: sarcasm helps less.
I always wanted beachfront property. I might as well try and make the most of what’s here. The ocean water looked very inviting, so I went for a dip. I feel like a new person after my swim. I should do that more often. Worst case—I’ll swim home.
An ocean fish would make an excellent meal. I tried to spear one…several times. But I finally caught a fish! It took some time and patience, but I actually speared a wild fish—a fierce and dangerous sea fish. I have never felt so alive before. I just hope that the fish don’t find their own spears.
I cooked the fish I caught on the fire. If the smell attracts any wild animals…I’ll eat them too! Who knew that watching countless hours at cooking shows on cable would pay off one day? I wrapped my fish in a leaf and cooked it on the fire. It may be the single most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten…here.
After taking a closer look at the debris by the water’s edge, I think it’ll make a good starting point for a raft. Granted, a better starting point for my raft would be SimCity Harbour, but who’s complaining?
I combined the fallen bamboo with the flotsam debris to make a raft base. My raft project is officially underway. It feels good to be in control again…even if it is a completely false sense of control. It’s the thought that counts, right?
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