[ WP ] You wake up on an Island . Tell me about it .

A moment of panic hits me before I open my eyes. I can feel the sun on my face. Snapping awake, I bolt upright into sunlight too bright for my bedroom. 
 
 My pillow feels like it is covered in sand. I must have sat up too fast and fallen back asleep. I've heard of that happening. I open my right eye a little, squinting at the blurry brightness. Something is off. I stretch and freeze. It all rushes back. 
 
 We were four days out from the Florida Keys, headed for Bermuda on a boat we had no idea how to handle. The first three days had been a rush of excitement, overconfidence and the feeling of actually doing it making us - making me - feel like nothing was out of reach. Rissa had caught some kind of huge fish and on the night of the third day we had grilled it under the stars, washing it down with rum and each other. 
 
 On the fourth day, we woke up to the awful sound of our mast cracking. We had drank ourselves stupid and forgotten to bring in the sails, and a squall had blown up while we dreamed about calm seas. 
 
 The rest was a terrifying blur of thrashing lines and torn canvas, and the last thing I remembered was Rissa trying to scream over the gale as the wildly swinging boom took the world away. 
 
 My head hurts as I try to shout and nothing comes out but a dry wheeze. I've never been so thirsty. My throat is coated in a thin layer of glue and wo n't stop sticking to itself. I struggle up on to my feet and just stand for a while, savoring the small victory and peering around. 
 
 The waves are small and gentle, pushing up into the sand with a sigh. The beach is pale yellow winding around black rocks and driftwood, with tall grass and thin pine trees further in. I ca n't see the boat anywhere on or off shore or any sign of people at all. My life vest has a whistle in it and I blow a short, weak blast. Somewhere in the trees a bird answers me and I start to walk along the beach and try not to think about fresh water and after a while I find myself sitting in the sand wiping salt water away from my eyes.
