Pseudo-M.U.D.: 'Deserted' Island

You are surrounded by a searing sand, it scalds your feet and shade is remote. The sun glares at your tattered back and your eyes struggle to distinguish objects. You hear a wail of misery reverberating from the east and you can feel the soothing waters caress your swollen feet from behind you. Your hopefully-working compass points north, the beach continues forward for what seems half a mile before you can focus onto some trees. A small trail of smoke rises from the canopy bed. To your west appears to be nothing of signifigance.

Your choices

-Go North

-Go East

-Go South; search the sea for suistinece

-Seek Shade