[ WP ] Description of an island you are stranded on .

The rocks had already cut up my feet and hands last night when I dragged myself to the sand to rest, dragging along the spar I had tied myself to. It had caught on some of the rocks but my fingers were so swollen that I couldn ’ t untie the rope and simply struggled to pull it along. I had felt so happy to simply be alive but now, now I wasn ’ t so sure. I had just passed the untied spar for the third time and I had only been up and moving maybe two hours. 
 
 Most of the rest of the island was just as rocky as my landing and I suppose I was thankful I found the sandy beach. The deep scratches on my arms and legs still burned, sand dug into them and no fresh water to wash it off with. The scant trees gave no shade, my skin was already turning red from the sun. I continued to circle anyways, truly hoping that I ’ d find something to hide in or under to get away from the sun. 
 
 What was even more horrifying was the fact that no life seemed keen on being on the weathered island other than me. A seagull had paused in one of the weak trees but fled the second I got anywhere close. I thought I had seen a few insects but they bounced across the rocks faster than I could ever slice my body up on the sharp terrain. Maybe I could fry ants in the overwhelming sunlight if there were ants on this torture chamber of an island. 
 
 I collapse to my knees when I reach the spar for the fourth time and just begin to sob into my hands at the simple hopelessness of the situation. Ants, seriously? There wasn ’ t enough dirt here for ants to make a colony. Birds didn ’ t even want to land on this god forsaken place. There ’ s nothing here and I ’ m going to starve to death if the sun and the thirst don ’ t do it first. Fuck, I wish I ’ d just drowned.
