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| I thought we were dreaming, but we were not. I opened my eyes one morning and there we were: my lover, my dog and myself stranded on a small deserted island. And a knife, let’s not forget! The first day we were shocked, I remember I cried a little bit. But it just was the harsh truth: we were all alone on a tropical island. The weather was excellent. The Sunshine, bright and warm. A sea breeze to comfort us. First things first, so we navigated around, trying to make a map in our mind of what we saw, remembering the location of the beach, the trees, the cave where we could hide in case of bad weather. The overgrown pool with fresh non-salted water. It was a green and lush island. Sandy beach with rocky shores, plants, and trees everywhere. Then we had to fish for food. So we pulled off long leaves of a tree, put it around some twigs and searched for maggots we used as bait. Lo, and behold, the fish took it in, and within two hours we had caught a few fat fish. Luckily, we remembered how to start a fire from wood scrubs and leaves and some stones. Hurray for that survival video I remembered seeing a few weeks back! We ate and even my dog liked what he tasted, his tail, down all day because of the strange environment, went up and soon he was his own happy self again. He crawled in a corner of the cave, rolled over and fell asleep that first night. Close together and exhausted, we did the same. The moon shone bright, no cloud in the sky. No sounds of animals or birds. The next morning we rose by daylight. We explored our surroundings. The island was small, no more than one square kilometer. With bark, tree parts and leaves we made the cave as comfortable as possible. With the fresh water and some plants we made tea in a copper kettle we found at the beach, washed ashore at some shipwreck. Ours? I couldn’t remember being on a boat, but we must have been, how else could we have arrived here? It was no use trying to remember where we came from, we had to survive on our own, so we sat down and talked to each other about our new predicament. “What will we do, love?” “Let’s try to remember as much about living rough and surviving in the middle of nowhere as possible. What do we need first?” “Fire, food, drinks and a place to sleep, we have all that. What else?” “We can try to knit a big cushion of some sort with leaves and branches so we can sleep more comfortable?” “Let’s do that for today. One day at the time. No need to rush now is there.” So we came up with things to do, activities to occupy ourselves with, each day for a month. We tried to make a calendar with some small stones we put in a grid at the beach. One pebble per day. We worked hard, we played with the dog, and we enjoyed the weather, the beach, the ocean and each other. Life was good and soon we were totally absorbed by our new life and daily rhythm. Then one day things started to change. At night we heard strange noises. Like footsteps and the sound of vehicles. But once awake we tried to locate where it came from, but we never saw anything. In the morning everything was quiet again. It lasted for a week. Then we noticed small changes on the island. Leaves were torn, trees were cut down, stones were moved we were sure it didn’t come from us. So we did a surveillance during the night. At first, nothing happened. But just when we decided to move back to our cave we heard a noise from afar, closing in. As we looked at the night sky we saw a big army helicopter landing a few feet from our cave. Twelve men and women started to descend and within minutes they brought gear, chairs, and equipment onto the ground. Two big industrial lamps were shining on a spot on the shore. One man sat in a chair on the beach with a megaphone and shouted: “Desert island, take seven, part two…ACTION!” We looked at each other, startled, but exhilarated. They came to make a movie. We were saved! That’s when we ran toward the crowd, shouting, yelling, screaming. Our hands up in the air. The director looked at us, not even surprised, and shouted:” CUT. Can you send the dog first, then you two move into the scene? It will look better that way! AND ACTION!” With great difficulty we moved back, and came into the scene a second time, the dog running in front of us. As we approached, we heard clapping of the movie crew, The director stood from his seat in the sand and congratulated us, patting us on the back. “You are doing great. This will be a blockbuster in the movie theaters.“ We landed on the beach, sat down on our knees and laughed our heads off. One lady came to put on some blankets on our shoulders and brought us a cup of coffee. The first in a long, long while. Oh, how I missed that smell, that taste. We ate bread with peanut butter, and the dog got regular dog food instead of fish. He seemed as happy as us. In the morning we brought them to our cave and the life we made for ourselves during our weeks in exile. They shot their photo’s, and their film footage as we showed them around. That evening we were back in the civilized world. The headlines of next day’s newspaper: Couple and dog safely home after crash on dessert island. The movie became a hit. We survived our ordeal, a happy ending! WC: 998 |
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