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

“ You stay on your side of the island, and I ’ ll stay on mine! ” I shouted. 
 “ Alright! But don ’ t come begging me to save your miserable hide! ” he retorted. 
 “ Great! ” I pounced back. 
 He stormed off in the direction I was signaling with an outstretched 
 finger. He didn ’ t even look back. I fell down upon the sand. How had 
 it come to this? Me, of all the people in the world, getting stuck on 
 a miserable dot of an island in the middle of the ocean. It wasn ’ t 
 happening. I closed my eyes and imagined this place right out of 
 existence. Nevertheless, there it would be when I opened my eyes again. 
 I was an actress from Hollywood. I was on the front cover of every 
 magazine in the country. Even rednecks knew my name. I had been 
 acting since my career starter when the Pampers diaper company 
 called me into action for a commercial. Since then I was featured everywhere. The movies I made where box office hits, even if every one of my supporting cast was a fop, I was there to save the day. Yet, here I was, on an island. Not just any island, no, fate had to chose the most miserable 
 island in the Caribbean. It was only about 20 feet across and 15—no—10 
 feet wide. A few miserable coconut trees inhabited the center of it. 
 To a hermit it was paradise on earth, to me, it was a living—you get 
 the picture. It might not have been as bad as I have explained. If not 
 for one thing: I was not alone. 
 When I was blown overboard from my personal cruise ship ( yes I even 
 have my own jet ) a deck hand saw me go over. It was dark, around 9 pm, 
 and he didn ’ t know who I was. In fact, when he found out who I was, he 
 regretted jumping in after me. 
 Like I said, he was a deck hand. The only reason he was on deck was 
 because he was scrubbing the floors. And the only reason i was on deck is because 
 i could n't sleep. 
 When I fell in, I screamed, and went under. I couldn ’ t swim so I sank. 
 Then, I felt something grab my waist. It was a pair of arms. I then 
 conveniently passed out. 
 When I woke up, I was starring into the sun. Needless to say I was on my feet instantly. Well, 
 almost instantly, it took me a minute to get up, I had about 20 pounds 
 of sand in my hair and on my back. He got up a moment later and looked 
 around. And do you know what he said? 
 “ Oh, no, no no no…I saved you?! ” yup, that ’ s what he said. And to make 
 it worse, he put his head in his hands and sank to the ground in self 
 pity. 
 “ What ’ s so bad about saving me? ” I demanded. If he had such a problem 
 with me that he would regret saving my life, I wanted to know about 
 it. 
 “ Its just— “ he began, mustering all his courage to look me in the face. 
 “ Well? ” I demanded again. 
 “ Nothing, ” he stammered, “ Nothing. ” 
 I was confused, but I let it go, because I took my first real look 
 around. My gaze once again focused on my companion. He was looking 
 around, a look of horror on his face. 
 “ Where are we? ” I asked. No answer. In fact, he had already gone to 
 the other side of the island. I walked up behind him. Then I made the 
 mistake of tapping his shoulder. He recoiled so quickly you would 
 think my hand was on fire. 
 “ Oh, sorry. Didn ’ t mean to scare you. ” I said. He had stumbled 
 backwards and fallen down. I reached out my hand to help him up. He 
 refused it and pulled himself back to his feet. 
 “ Where are we? ” I asked again, “ Is this like the world ’ s smallest 
 island? I don ’ t see any shore… ” I broke off looking at the horizon. 
 There was nothing but sky and sea all the way around. For miles, 
 countless, terrifying miles. Finally my companion spoke. 
 “ I don ’ t know. However, it ’ s too far to swim in any direction, we have no 
 flares, and the trees are not tall enough to get a really good view of 
 anything. In addition, this is not really an island; it ’ s more like a tiny pile 
 of sand. So, basically, ” he turned to me, “ I must have died saving 
 you, because I think I ’ m in hell. ” He sat back down, pulling his knees 
 into his chest. That last word `` hell'' had sounded more like a sob. 
 What was his problem with me? I had to know. 
 “ What is your problem with me? ” could I have been anymore straightforward? 
 He didn ’ t answer. Instead he made a face and buried his head in his 
 knees. He put his hands on the back of his neck. I sighed. If he was 
 going to be a jerk, that was fine with me. I walked back to the other 
 side of the island and sat down. This was going to be a long day. 
 And I was right. The hours dragged on, and on. Finally, the sun began 
 to set, and the feeling of hunger came over me. I looked around. There 
 where those coconut trees. And look -- there was the girl-phobic coconut 
 himself. He was looking up at the coconuts. I realized his problem. 
 “ Your to heavy for that skinny little tree. ” I said, approaching him. 
 He took a few steps back as I got closer. 
 “ I don ’ t weigh that much, so I should be able to climb it right? ” I 
 asked. I didn ’ t expect an answer, and none came. So I began to climb 
 the tree. I got all the way to the top, which surprised me, because 
 frankly I doubted whether I could do it or not. I reached out an arm 
 and swatted at one of the coconuts. 
 “ The green ones taste better. ” He said. The words startled me, but I 
 managed not to fall out of the tree. I spotted a green one. I swatted 
 at it, it fell, and so did I. I landed in his waiting arms. He put me 
 down two milliseconds after he caught me, and jumped back. I half 
 expected him to start frantically dusting himself off shouting 
 “ Unclean, unclean! ” but he didn ’ t. He just leaned against one of the 
 trees, bowed his head, and took a deep breath. I picked up the coconut. There was a 
 rock on the ground next to me, I tried the obvious. I failed, 
 obviously. 
 He didn ’ t laugh, he just sighed, and rubbed his eyes. Wordlessly he 
 came up and took the coconut from me. One swift hit was all it took 
 for him to have the coconut in two pieces. 
 “ You keep half. ” I said. He handed me half and nodded. He once again 
 maintained his personal bubble of 10 feet. 
 I woke up the next morning, under a tree. He was nowhere in sight. I 
 circled the island looking for him. I had walked the entire perimeter, 
 with no sign of him. He was real, wasn ’ t he? I hadn ’ t just imagined 
 him, had I? I hope the poor boy hadn ’ t committed suicide when he woke 
 up and saw me there. 
 I looked out over the water. It was nice in the morning sun. 
 I noticed something a hundred yards off shore, it was him. He was 
 Swimming back towards the island and me. When he reached shore, he flopped onto his back panting. 
 “ What did you find? ” I asked. 
 “ A great big nothing. ” He said. Obviously, he had decided to talk to me sometime during the night. 
 “ Oh. Are you going to try any of the other directions? ” 
 “ Well, there ’ s not much else to do around here. ” He returned. He wasn ’ t irritated. He was just, afraid of me. In a really weird way. 
 “ Okay. ” I said lightly. Something caught the corner of my eye. It was large and pointy. I realized what it was immediately. 
 I tore across the island to where he was standing. He was just about to enter the water. 
 “ Don ’ t do it! ” I screamed. He reeled about and looked at me. 
 “ Why? ” 
 “ There ’ s a shark it the water! ” I said. He looked out over the water. Sure enough, he saw the fin; it was menacing and dark smoothly gliding through the water. 
 “ aw fudge. ” That was all he said, nothing more, nothing less. 
 I was so angry; the least he could have said was “ thank you for not letting me swim to my doom ”! He was sitting in the sand on the other side of the island now. I wanted to go over and give him a good swift kick, he deserved one. If we were going to be stuck on this island, the least he could do was be nice to me. I was trying my darndest to be nice to him. My blood boiled, and I clenched my fists. My teeth squished together, it took every ounce of me not to scream. Something tickled my leg; a huge spider was inching its way up. I screamed. He was by my side in less than a second, and the spider was in his hand a moment later. I had never seen anyone move that fast. He put the spider on a tree limb. 
 “ You ’ re going to let it live so it can come back and bite my during the night?! ” I said, finally my anger at him was coming out. 
 “ It ’ s a harmless tree spider. It won ’ t bite you. ” he answered. 
 I felt like slapping his face, but he had more to say. 
 “ The way you screamed I thought the shark had gotten you. ” 
 That was it; his sarcasm was more than I could stand. 
 “ The way I screamed? The way I screamed? Ohoho. You are the rudest man I have ever met. And I don ’ t even know your name! ” I didn ’ t say the things I would have liked to, but I continued. 
 “ First, you act all regretful about saving my life, then you go and refuse to talk to me, now that you are talking, I wish you would just shut up! ” he didn ’ t say anything, he just stared at the ground. I wished I had kept my big mouth shut; he looked like he was going to cry. 
 “ Maybe you should just stay away from me. ” he said. This really killed me. 
 “ Fine! You stay on your side of the island, and I ’ ll stay on mine! ” I shouted. 
 “ Alright! But don ’ t come begging me to save your miserable hide! ” he retorted. 
 “ Great! ” I pounced back. 
 As you recall, this is where we started. 
 
 EDIT: this is part 1
