Jasmine the Auburn haired missionary

Day 1

John awoke covered in sand and salt. His bones and muscles sore from the terbulant seas. (Note this island is located in the South Pacific think Fiji or French Polynesia not that it matters really)

John observed himself.

Any broken bones?

Bleeding?

He seemed ok except for a small gash on his face just below his right eye.

(Now if you want a description of our guy here read this. If you wanna picture him in your head just skip this next paragraph)

Our man is around 6 foot tall and ethnicity British he comes from the South coast if you can picture that accent. He is a large stocky fellow with broad shoulders formed by helping his grandfather on his farm. His eyes an azure blue and his brown hair is shaggy coming down to his ears. He had an unkept beard that had grown on his excursion to the south Pacific (who knows why?) His hands were lightly calloused and strong. He was wearing a generic pair of workman's jeans along with a red checkered shirt. He had one remaining boot. The other was lost in the crash.

John rose to his feet and admired his surroundings. The beach was golden and the sky a watery blue without a single cloud in sight. The sun was directly above him meaning it was around midday. The tropic forest behind him was untamed and lush, and he could hear singing birds and incects only a few feet from him. Colourful plants filled the branches.

Red, yellow, blue and every other found in nature.

Palm trees filled with coconuts hung high around 15 feet from the ground and other vibrant fruits littered the bushes. Although they were likely dangerous. John would have to test later if he didn't find other food.

The crashing sea continued to gently roll up the beach cresanting and crashing again the soft golden shores. The sea was full of life for as far as the eye could see. Tropical fish danced in the surf and strong coral stood guard protecting the island from nature's fury.

That must of been what we hit...

The ship!!

The creaking wreckage of the ship lay limp in the surf, the 'Lucky Ducky'. Ironic...

The wooden vessel creaked in the waves the rear completely removed along with the radio, engine and captain's quarters... Supplies littered the beach.

Cans of food. Beans, stew. Nothing great but better than starving. John grabbed everything he could and pilled it further up the beach out of the reach of the sea. Some tarple, a canteena, hand axe, life ring, a couple suitcases, some wet clothes, 2 flares and a flare gun both soaked, 2 litres of fresh water. And some more miscellaneous supplies.

'Ahhhh!!! Helppp!!'

John froze.

The boat creaked and shuddered the deck was threating to cave.

'HELP MEEEE!'

Another cry came...

From inside the boat...

(Sorry I never got around to the girl. Kinda wanted to get a good intro going I promise she will be introduced next chapter.)

(All good! I hope you don't mind me editing a few spelling mistakes and turning John into the variable, other than that it's really good! - Lilyflier)