[ WP ] A man with OCD is stranded on a deserted island .

When intelligence first noticed a square island in a satellite photo, they thought that it was some sort of computer fault. They immediately demanded followup photos, but all of them showed the same thing: a rectangle made of sand, measuring approximately 15 meters wide to 20 meters long, seemingly perfectly uniform. An expedition thus was called, and I was one of the people aboard. 
 
 *This had better be worth it, * I muttered to myself as I counted the days of the expedition. Spending months with the same people - same conflicts, same problems out in the sea, same *everything* - had become rather tiring, and when we finally saw a fragment of one of the sides of the rectangle, we immediately rejoiced. 
 
 We thus sailed to the shore of the island. We noted that the rectangle had also been some ways above sea level, forming a structure similar to a foundation for something. Atop the structure there was a man, and the fear that he might turn against us at any moment had gotten to me. It was irrational, but it was there. 
 
 The man then looked into the distance, as if he was observing the wind moving the sand particles. He must have had a keen eye, as he was able to catch a glint of sand from his island had gotten onto our boat. He carefully leaned onto the edge of the structure to pick it up, but the pressure of his weight was too much and the edge of the structure - mind you, it was pure sand - collapsed, throwing him to the ocean. 
 
 Muttering unintelligible cursewords, he got back on the island and began carefully placing sand particles. The process had to be careful, as he seemingly was aiming for the same 90 degree wall, and he had to place each grain carefully, so to not have the wall fall over. It was pointless, but it could also be seen as fulfilling. 
 
 We thus waited. We decided to observe the scene from a greater distance, since we did n't want to interrupt the delicate movements of the man, and besides, we had gotten used to living here. 
 
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 As the sun set, the man had already gotten into the water, and now was placing grains from there. He seemed to almost be done with his `` work'', and hopefully we would be able to rescue him. We still had n't learned what was his name or life before getting stranded, or if he even spoke a language we would understand, but I supposed that these were our minor details, just as the grains were his. 
 
 Finally giving one last solemn look at the island, the man swam away. His work was done, and now he would be with us. 
 
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 We had already reached shore when we got additional satellite photos. It seemed that the island was destroyed by a larger wave, and now only shadows of the rectangular structure remained. I took a closer look at the picture, but my clumsy hand could n't get a good grip on the photo paper, and the picture fell. 
 
 Our man only gave it a brief look before he suddenly pushed us away and dropped himself into the ocean. As I watched him swim for the last time, I thought to myself: 
 
 *There are some people that I could n't even begin to comprehend. Then there's this person. * 
 
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 AN: I *totally* do this every time I find an island in Minecraft.
