[ WP ] You are stranded on a deserted island all by yourself for years , when you get rescued . You express your surprise that people are still looking for you after all this time , when one of the rescuers says that you 've only been gone for three days .

I've been here for years now, a small desert island in the middle of who knows where. It was like the castaway island only much smaller and less interesting. It had a small mountain ( if thats what you could call it ) and a beach running around it with some caves here and there, most of which housed the local wildlife. There was n't much to do here, so all I did was exercise. I ran up and down the mountain 5 times a day and did 10 laps of the beach a day at least, it helped me focus on sanity and gave me something to do. Yeah it had been years since I crashed here, I was on a boeing 777 going from Sydney, Australia to Los angeles. All hell seemed to break loose at once and the plane plummeted into the ocean, I swam to the surface as fast as I could and watched as the plane went down with everyone else. I seemed to be the only one that gained consciousness after crashing. 
 
 My willpower after I arrived was zero, for the first few days I wondered the island and explored it for food. My enthusiasm was as much as a snail in a rabbit race, I thought for sure I was dead. I convinced myself to hang in there for a few days until help arrived but it never did. I was very lucky in that this island had many different edible fruits. I would gather them up every day after my exercises and sit there eating until my belly was full and then I would wait 24 hours to eat again, I had trained myself to ration my food. Yeah I would be ravenously hungry in between but it meant my food supplies stay topped up and I never ran out. This place seemed to be in a state of constant summer, if that was possible I dont know but it seemed to work in my favor. 
 
 My watch still worked, it was waterproof and had a long lasting battery, thats what it said on the packaging anyway. It was right and I used it to keep track of time, I had set the watch to year 0 and now it read year 13. Holy crap... how time flies. Over the years I learnt how to fish and I learnt how to farm, I did n't have the best methods but they were better than nothing. I had a small farm on the go and I had fishing traps set up that caught fish over a long period of time, those took a lot of trial and error, both the farm and the fishing traps. I also had a little wooden hut, at first I lived in one of the planes engines that had landed on the island. It made for comfy living for a while but soon the hard metallic surface grew more and more uncomfortable, so I built a wooden hut. With a sharp piece of plane wreckage I got to chopping trees down, there were odd bits of loose wood here and there already but they were no where near as good quality as fresh wood. The wooden hut was n't very homely at first nor did it keep the drafts out at night very well but it did the trick, over the course of the years I slowly improved the home. All I needed now was a monkey butler, I laughed to myself at the thought of this. How does one even train a monkey to be a loyal and reliable butler? 
 
 One morning I woke up to the sound a fog horn, a ship! I sprang out of my palm leaf bed and ran outside. If this was a passing ship I had to get on it, I could be going crazy here for all I know and not realize it. I fumbled in my hut for the emergency box the plane had dropped, I found it wedged between two rocks on the mountain some years ago. I found it and got the flare gun out, I ran outside to make sure they were still there and I could still see them on the far horizon, I fired my flare gun. The next few seconds were grueling, I held my breath and waited. Doubts flooded my mind that I did n't fire the flare properly, nobody was looking this way or they were simply too far to see anything anyway. A few more seconds and their fog horn blared repeatedly, I assumed it meant they had seen the flare and I broke down into tears and sank to my knees in joy. I was finally getting off this island and I would see my mum and my little sister again and everyone would be so happy. 
 
 As the ship approached I wondered what lay in store for me back in civilization, the year would be 2030 now. How far would technology have gone by now, had astronauts reached mars? What university has my little sister gone to? she would be so happy to hear of my return. My mum and dad would do anything for me, they would give me anything I asked for. I would sit down and tell everyone tales of what happened to me, how I fished how I grew my own food. How I was chased by a boar protecting its young. All these wonderful thoughts flooded my mind as the ship came to shore, it was a massive cargo ship but there was no cargo. 
 
 Lots of men aboard the ship stared at me on wonder. They noticed my farm and my wooden hut and they saw me with a long beard and started muttering amongst themselves with confused faces. 
 
 One man came off the ship to greet me with a questionable look on his face. `` Hey there cast away.'' He joked, I was not in a joking mood. 
 
 `` Hi.'' I said back to him, I was so happy they had found me but I was gone for so long I forgot how to convey emotion. 
 
 `` So, who are you?'' He asked with a confused expression. 
 
 `` I...'' I could n't remember my name, how could I not remember my own name? It would soon come back to me. `` I was on a plane crash 13 years, I've been waiting for rescue ever since'' He looked at me suspiciously. 
 
 `` What plane crash?'' He asked, I strained to remember. 
 
 `` Its the erm... sydney to erm, sydney to... los angeles!'' How could I remember that but not my own name? The boat man looked at me suspiciously once again. 
 
 `` Theres been no mention about a crashed plane all those years ago, you would have thought someone had told us by now'' 
 
 `` What do you mean?'' What was he talking about, by now? 
 
 `` Yeah, we're on the look out for survivors of a plane that crashed in these waters'bout 3 days ago, seen anything?'' 
 
 `` erm... no?'' Surely they had better technology to find crashed planes by now `` Ca n't you like... use some sort of infrared satellite scanning or something?'' He looked at me dumbfounded. 
 
 `` Say what fella?'' 
 
 `` Well... why are they sending cargo ships to look for survivors? its the year 2030 surely by now you have better methods of looking for people?'' 
 
 `` Are you stupid? its 2017'' I looked at him in shock, how could it still be 2017? 
 
 `` Wait... that plane you are looking for, what flight number was it?'' 
 
 `` 816'' That was my plane. 
 
 Suddenly dramatic music started playing from nowhere but I could n't see where, it slowly built up in tempo before the words'LOST' appeared in front of me. 
 
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