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In the distance, I saw a shimmering light. The light was glistening off something metallic in the distance. From what I could see from my makeshift shelter, something must be coming to shore. I have been trapped on this desolate island for weeks, and I have long lost hope in someone finding me. Maybe today was the day, I might be saved. Maybe that light I saw was a ship coming toward my island, it might be the sun glistening off the hull of a steamship.
I jumped up, the hope bubbling once more in my veins, the happiness rising within me. I was going to go home, home to America, where I would have a warm bed, no more eating bugs and animals that I could trap. I could sit down to an actual meal, like Mcdonald's, or go get a coffee in the mornings at the local cafe. I could be almost human again, I could go back to having first-world problems instead of living like a savage dog in the wilderness.
I looked around my desolate shelter, seeing what I should pack. There wasn't anything I wanted to bring with me. I wanted to leave this desolate place behind, and everything that would remind me of it. I wanted to forget this experience had ever happened, even though I knew in the back of my mind that I would never be able to forget the horrors of being stranded on this island.
I only grabbed what I was able to salvage from my shipwreck, a compass, my wrist-watch, which didn't even work anymore, and the jacket I had been wearing when I was stranded. Of course, now it was also ruined, thread-bare and tattered, but it was one of the only things that had survived the wreck, and so I had to bring it with me.
As I made my way down the beach, I saw the ship coming towards shore. They must have seen the shelter I made in the trees. I had kept a fire burning for the many weeks I was here. Even though I had lost hope, in the back of my mind I wanted to at least try to get someone to see me. I looked back towards the trees and looked along the shoreline. The palms swayed gently, and the sand was white and beautiful. If I wouldn't have been stranded and fighting for my life, I would have thought this island was beautiful, and a place I would love to visit.
"Hello down there!" A man called from the ship, and he waved down to me. "Let down a rope for the young man!"
A rope was thrown down, and they hauled me up to the ship. They looked at me in wonder, and I knew why. I was dressed in skins I had collected and sewn together with my bare hands, and my beard was long and shaggy. I was, of course, dirty, I hadn't wanted to have soap or anything to clean with really, and I must have been disgusting smelling, but the joy of being found was too overwhelming to be embarrassed by it. I was going home.