Skibsforlis og overlevelse på en øde ø

I was a busy man, I had my own company called playgirl magazine. In six years I was the big dad all the people who works for me was looking up to me, but then one day. I was on a sailing trip in South pacific ocean, the ship was not so strong, and it was also the first time I was sailing alone..

It was a storm full night and the waves was so big, the little tiny boat I had borrowed was meant to be use in a swimming pool not out in the ocean. It took four long hours to contend with the waves.

I woke up on a beach edge, there was s quiet, and I could only hear the waves and wind, I raised myself up, so around me and scratched myself in the neck, I was dizzy and could not think clearly enough to remember what had happened, I found out I was on an island, the island was not very big.

Shouting "is there anyone?" into the dense forest, I started to run around the island, while I yelled "help!" but got no response, the island was not greater than Fields, after 450 steps, I was back where I started.