For some reason I woke up on a deserted island. A deserted, tropical island. The sand on the beach was white and there was a rushing stream that ran from the edge of a lush jungle, through palm trees, and on into the ocean. All I had with me were the clothes on my back- a t-shirt, polyester slacks, shoes and socks.

I decided that the first thing to do was to make a trek of the island and assess the situation as best I could. I wanted to know if I would be able to find food, where I would sleep, whether or not the island was inhabited, and whether or not there was any possibility of me swimming to civilization. I would use the stream as a guide, letting it lead me along its winding path through the dense forest.

I had followed the stream for perhaps an hour when I saw him.

[to be continued]