Day One: Sammi Winter stood on the dock, a boat with a tight plastic cover over it floated in the water, water gently lapped over it. And a strong black rope kept it connected to the dock. A few months ago she accomplished the impossible.
Surviving twenty-one days in Costa Rica alone. She was supposed to be naked, seeing how the show was called Naked & Afraid, but the network didn’t approve of a naked seventeen-year-old. She had walked all the way to the extraction point on the first two days and kept building her shelter until the very last day.
Now, Sammi was being part of an experiment. This boat would take her to the only remote island in America. Where she would stay for ten years…
Sammi turned around a backpack on her back. “I’m gonna miss you all. But I’ll be fine.” She gave hugs to all her friends and family who had come to see her off. She hopped into the boat and the plastic cover was snapped shut.
Inside the boat were first-aid kits, a lifejacket, a hole for her pee that could be opened or closed, and at the bottom a very comfortable sleeping bag where she sat. The trip would only take two days so she had three days of food and water with her, but the haul of the boat was filled with tools and supplies. The rope was untied and piled on top of the boat.
“Farewell!” “Adios!” Hasta La Vista!” “See you soon!” “I will miss you!”
Sammi was sure she was close to the island, she had eaten through her two-day rations. And was now slugging down a can of peaches. The boat struck something that Sammi hoped was land. She pushed the cover off to behold a giant sandy island, thousands of trees towered over the grainy sand and provided shade in the hot heat.
Sammi carefully pulled the boat onto land. She looked around. “I should start to unpack!” Sammi thought out loud, she turned the boat upside down and started pulling out two crates and a duffel bag.
Sammi pulled out an ax. “Hmm,” she walked toward the smaller trees and swung the ax at it. The axe sliced through and Sammi jerked it back. She hacked at it until it fell down. The treetop splashing into the water, coconuts floating away in the water.
Sammi dropped the ax sprinted into the water. She scooped up the coconuts and dragged the tree onto land.
Sammi sighed and looked around, she grabbed her ax and sliced into the coconut. She picked up the broken coconut shell and let the water flow into her mouth. Sammi gulped, licking her lips.
“I should put these in bottles,” Sammi said and began filling a bottle up with the coconut water, tucking it into her backpack. “I need to get started on a shelter.”
Sammi cut the tree into thin slabs and stacked them in a teepee. She tied the rope around it and it made a nice little house. It was big enough to fit her if she curled up, and she could make a campfire right inside there!
“I should still make another shelter later on,” Sammi paused. “I have to make this island look nice for when they come back.” During Sammi’s stay, people would come over to see how far her little island has come along.
Her stomach growled, she sure could go and eat some of her rations but that was no way to survive! She grabbed a stick and tied fishing wire around it, she pulled it down so that it was like a fishing rod.
Sammi hummed a happy tone as she strolled to the water's edge. She threw the string in and waited. However, she realized she had no bait. “What could I use as bait?” She looked through her duffel bag to find a real fishing pole and a tackle box.
“Did they really have to give me everything,” Sammi rolled her eyes. She placed her stick in the bag and pulled out the fishing rod. She then went back to the task of fishing. After half an hour she caught two small fishes.
Sammi smiled as the two fish flopped around in her basket, weaved from palm fronds. “This is nice! My first meal on...Sammi Island!” Sammi jabbed the fish onto a stick and placed it inside the teepee before crawling in. She picked up the lighter and flicked it on, bringing it closer to the stack of wood and sand.
The fire licked up the sides. And she had a stove! Sammi jabbed the second fish on and placed it over the fire, holding it there as she whistled. She could feel the warmth across her front and the fish crackled as it was cooked.
After fifteen minutes she decided it was ready, she pushed the fish off with a careful finger. “Bon Appetit.” She mused and bite into the fish, choking on the burning meat. She coughed and wiped her mouth. “Let cool off Sammi,” Sammi said and carefully climbed out her teepee.
She admired the setting sun, the stars began to twinkle and gleam. Sammi began singing, she sang loud, believing her parents might be able to her.
“Hold on to me as I go,” Sammi sang, “As I roll down this unfamiliar road. And although this wave, the wave is driving me along. Just know I’m not alone, 'Cause I'm gonna make this place my home.” She said, changing the lyrics as she went.
When the song came to its end. She moved to the crate of stuff, now sitting comfortably in her boat and grabbing a sleeping bag. She ate her fish, leaving the bones in a bowl, and blew out the fire, she snuggled under her sleeping bag, feeling warm as ever.
In the morning she awoke and grabbed her knife, stabbing a tree and drawing a long line. Day one.
My Original Character, Ember Arts. Was created a year ago, she was suppose to look exactly like me. Expect the glasses.
However over time I gave her a backstory. It's pretty cringe, maybe:
Ember Arts was born on December 16th, 2004. She has the power to create things at will, they disappear after five minutes, and she can create bridges and beams of light.
I'M ALSO NOT PLANNING ON DOING ART UNLESS FOR CHARACTER DESIGNS!