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Silly Ole Bear
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Ooc: You can close the thread, but you'll never take my freedom! I'm still posting, come hell or high water. Too fun of a plot not too.
I'll just assume anyone that doesn't post within the next day was simply a vision my character had while unconscious from the plane crash.
Dan had a piece of paper in his hand. He looked up at the small mountain. Small? Yeah right, the thing was at least a thousand feet high. A huge cliff on the northern wall actually. It came right up to the shore, seperating the beach. After that, the waves crashed into the rocks themselves, making a wonderous vision.
There were no waves crashing now though, it was low tide. The only water was contained in small pools and pockets within the rocks. Some of it was very interesting. He actually saw a parrotfish caught in one of them. Decent size too, could have made a decent meal.
He stopped, drawing once more. It was an island, no doubt of that. At the far east it took a sharp turn. The two sides came out to a point, and just continued on into the Pacific.
As for the west part of the island, there was nothing but this mountain, and the rock face. He had been travelling for about an hour, finally coming up to this place. No sign of life, other than some birds and an occasional monkey. That mountain was fairly big though, he didn't doubt a couple of larger animals could easily have lived up there.
Well, just a mental note, don't go on the mountain.
A cold wind brushed passed him. Dan turned, seeing it was getting dark. The sun, nearly touching the edge of the water. Night was coming. Shit, he had to get back.
He began running, but after a few feet gave up. There was no way he would find anything in the dark, and probably get lost trying. What he would have to do is just make do for tonight.
Going over to the beginning of the forest, he took a decent size stick. Using the letter opened to make on end sharp, went back to the pool where he had seen the parrot fish, and speared it.
Dinner.
He set it down on some leaves, to die peacefully. Occasionally, the thing would flop around, and look at him, withthose dead eyes, but other than that, nothing. He was too busy to care though, his mind was on fire at the moment.
It would get very cold in a couple of hours. There wasn't much to make a fire with though. He had no lighter, no matches, nothing.
Well, perhaps just the old tried and true method, two rocks crashing together?
Once again back at the cliff, he began picking up various rocks and smashing them into each other. He wasn't stupid enough not to know that one of the rocks had to be made of flint. Without it, he could be smashing rocks all day, and little sparks would appear.
Finally, with a dark rock,and a smooth dull gray one, he got the spark that he wished. Back to where his now dead fish lie, he grabbed a bunch of leaves and dry twigs, setting a nice open pit in the sand. There he smashed the rocks. As the sun dipped into the rolling waves, the first few sparks ignited on the leaves.
In less than ten minutes, he had a roaring fire.
"Hah! Tom Hanks, eat your heart out."
He grinned, looking at the surrounding forest, now lit up in his brillience. He grabbed big and small pieces of wood, whatever he could find, and carried or drug it out there. He wanted a more than adequate supply, unless a rescue plane happened to fly by overnight.
Hey, it could happen...
Taking his letter opener, he gutted and beheaded the parrot fish. He hadn't done that in years, literally years. The last time was in his teen years, fishing with his father. It was Detriot Lake, he remembered now. He had fuond this terrific spot, and just had to show his father about it. They had spent all day there, catching fish to their heart's content.
Memories.
It took a while, but Dan eventually found a stick with two branches sticking out of it. Taking them both, he carefully skewered the fish fillet on, and put it over the fire. There, he set it up so it wouldn't fall, and just waited.
Not much to do now.
He stared into the fire, curling himself as tightly as he could into a ball. The sound of the ocean seemed louder at night, he didn't know why, but it did. Far overhead, the first lights of the night began to ficker into existence. Such a wonderful sight, especially this far away from anything. The stars were as bright as they could be, and it was a perfectly clear night too.
Couldn't get this anywhere in America. Lying down in the still warm sand, Dan put his hands behind his back and watched as the beauty of the night unfolded.
I'll just assume anyone that doesn't post within the next day was simply a vision my character had while unconscious from the plane crash.
Dan had a piece of paper in his hand. He looked up at the small mountain. Small? Yeah right, the thing was at least a thousand feet high. A huge cliff on the northern wall actually. It came right up to the shore, seperating the beach. After that, the waves crashed into the rocks themselves, making a wonderous vision.
There were no waves crashing now though, it was low tide. The only water was contained in small pools and pockets within the rocks. Some of it was very interesting. He actually saw a parrotfish caught in one of them. Decent size too, could have made a decent meal.
He stopped, drawing once more. It was an island, no doubt of that. At the far east it took a sharp turn. The two sides came out to a point, and just continued on into the Pacific.
As for the west part of the island, there was nothing but this mountain, and the rock face. He had been travelling for about an hour, finally coming up to this place. No sign of life, other than some birds and an occasional monkey. That mountain was fairly big though, he didn't doubt a couple of larger animals could easily have lived up there.
Well, just a mental note, don't go on the mountain.
A cold wind brushed passed him. Dan turned, seeing it was getting dark. The sun, nearly touching the edge of the water. Night was coming. Shit, he had to get back.
He began running, but after a few feet gave up. There was no way he would find anything in the dark, and probably get lost trying. What he would have to do is just make do for tonight.
Going over to the beginning of the forest, he took a decent size stick. Using the letter opened to make on end sharp, went back to the pool where he had seen the parrot fish, and speared it.
Dinner.
He set it down on some leaves, to die peacefully. Occasionally, the thing would flop around, and look at him, withthose dead eyes, but other than that, nothing. He was too busy to care though, his mind was on fire at the moment.
It would get very cold in a couple of hours. There wasn't much to make a fire with though. He had no lighter, no matches, nothing.
Well, perhaps just the old tried and true method, two rocks crashing together?
Once again back at the cliff, he began picking up various rocks and smashing them into each other. He wasn't stupid enough not to know that one of the rocks had to be made of flint. Without it, he could be smashing rocks all day, and little sparks would appear.
Finally, with a dark rock,and a smooth dull gray one, he got the spark that he wished. Back to where his now dead fish lie, he grabbed a bunch of leaves and dry twigs, setting a nice open pit in the sand. There he smashed the rocks. As the sun dipped into the rolling waves, the first few sparks ignited on the leaves.
In less than ten minutes, he had a roaring fire.
"Hah! Tom Hanks, eat your heart out."
He grinned, looking at the surrounding forest, now lit up in his brillience. He grabbed big and small pieces of wood, whatever he could find, and carried or drug it out there. He wanted a more than adequate supply, unless a rescue plane happened to fly by overnight.
Hey, it could happen...
Taking his letter opener, he gutted and beheaded the parrot fish. He hadn't done that in years, literally years. The last time was in his teen years, fishing with his father. It was Detriot Lake, he remembered now. He had fuond this terrific spot, and just had to show his father about it. They had spent all day there, catching fish to their heart's content.
Memories.
It took a while, but Dan eventually found a stick with two branches sticking out of it. Taking them both, he carefully skewered the fish fillet on, and put it over the fire. There, he set it up so it wouldn't fall, and just waited.
Not much to do now.
He stared into the fire, curling himself as tightly as he could into a ball. The sound of the ocean seemed louder at night, he didn't know why, but it did. Far overhead, the first lights of the night began to ficker into existence. Such a wonderful sight, especially this far away from anything. The stars were as bright as they could be, and it was a perfectly clear night too.
Couldn't get this anywhere in America. Lying down in the still warm sand, Dan put his hands behind his back and watched as the beauty of the night unfolded.