day one: Creepers of the sound

      Day one: creepers of the sounds                                                                    time: early morning
    "dear, are you sure that's all you're taking for the trip?" that's all i heard from my mother that night. i don't think i'll ever forget that night and that i should of told my mom "no." sounds go through the air as i sit on this beach shore wondering what happened. the waves were crashing up on the shore almost reaching up and grabbing my feet. as i look around all i see is open seas, jungles and crabs running across the sand.
     the birds were becoming annoying at this point, calling to each other across the sky above me. i covered my ears trying not to hear them but my arms still felt weak from the crash. all that i remember was that the plane crashed and that i was alone. still alone, i never bothered to check, the rest of the island but i had the feeling there were others here. most likely scared or worried, unlike me that is.
since the crash i already collected a lot of materials. this whole situation made me think of my father. he always read books like How to Survive After Being Lost in the Woods or watching shows like I Shouldn't Be Alive or Survivor Man. now that i think about it,  i'm now happy my father was interested in things like that. i think it gave me that confidence that i knew what i was doing.
    my sticks and piles of fruit were under the shade of the palm trees. i made traps around them, just in case. my next task was to find a large leaf along with smaller ones to make a hammock. i didn't like spiders or snakes crawling on me at night so i came up with this idea. just the problem is now i need rope.