Welp, I have zero survival skills, my best friend doesn't really either, I can't cook, neither can my friend. I'm allergic to most fish - unlike my friend, the sun hates me - don't know about my friend. I'm afraid of anything with an antennae - so is my friend, as well as creatures capable of crawling on you (ie. crabs, lobsters, scorpions, those eigth-legged-unmentionables, etc), and my best friend... has a boyfriend who she'd probably have to get back to sooner or later.

Essentially, we would suffer.

So unless this island came with snow (the ultimate sun-repellant), a cabin, my best friend's artsy tools, a dungeon to keep my best friend's boyfriend in so I wouldn't have to deal wi- *cough* - I mean...

>_>

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video game consoles, an online shopping system to get the newest games for these consoles, a robot chef who would'nt start up a conversation with us, and my laptop so I can be an author in peace... then we wouldn't be happy.

However... if this was an island, in a certain seperate dimension that we both know and love, and where my friend and I have easy access to our dragons, then most of these problems wouldn't exist.

Day 1 - Our lifeboat ran aground on some tiny island in the middle of nowhere. Water as far as the eye can see. Since I didn't have time to pack my bags before our ship sank, I'm stuck with the same clothes for like forever. That's going to really suck. I'm not alone though. There was one other person on the lifeboat with me. I thought we got along pretty well but it turns out my 'freind' doesn't even like me. I hate it when that happens because she's really nice to look at. We got into an argument about something and she said she would rather take her chances with the sharks than stay here with me. Some kind of self preservation thing must have kicked in though because she didn't do it.

Day 2 - My plans for my personal island resort has hit a huge snag. It turns out I can't find anything sharp to cut with. Where is the Fed Ex package that washes up on shore conviently holding an ice skate when you need it? My 'friend' is complaining that I have no survival skills. My 'friend' also has no survival skills but when I metion it she says that we're talking about me at the moment and not her and my attempts to change the subject will not be effective.

Day 3 - I'm starting to get really hungry now. Anyone considering going on the hunger fast diet I would beg you to reconsider. There are small animals that might make a good snack running around but I have had no luck in capturing one. I think it has to do with the fact that I don't have anything sharp to stab them with. The good news is that there is nothing large running around that might want to eat me for a snack. We did find some berries to eat. I was going to pop one into my mouth when my 'friend' pointed out that they could be poisonous. She had a point so I suggested that she eat one first, just to make sure. If that icy stare she gave me was real ice I would have been frozen solid. I was only kidding but I guess some people can't take a joke.

Day 4 - My clothes are really starting to smell now. When you can smell yourself, you know you really stink. Since we are probably going to be here a long time, I've been trying to get along with my 'friend' but she has been keeping her distance. I was thinking a nice hot shower would be good but all we have is an icy pond. I refuse to go into it though because you never know what is lurking just below the surface.

Day 5 - I forgot to mention that there is an active volcano on the island. At least I think it's active. It makes funny noises all the time but so far it hasn't blown it's top. There is a flowing stream where we are getting all of our drinking water from. So far we haven't had any ill effects from it. We just try not to think that some animal might be using it for a toilet.

Day 6 - I think my 'freind' might be realizing that she doesn't want to go stark raving mad and that she will have to accept that I'm the only other person alive that she can talk to. So she has started talking my ear off. It was pretty cool at first, but I think my brain is overloaded now. btw. I ate the berries anyway and I guess I just lucked out because I haven't fallen over dead yet.

Day 7 - I still haven't gotten a word in edgewise with my 'freind'. I'm starting to think that maybe we arn't compatable. She's still nice to look at though and at least that's something. I would hate to be stuck on an island with someone you couldn't stand to look at, but I suppose you would get use to it over time.

Day 8 - A ship passed by us today. I had no way to signal them to rescue us so I just sat on the beach and watched my old life flash before my eyes. My 'freind' started shouting at the top of her lungs and waving her arms frantically. She was saying something about not being able to stand another day on this island with me but I can't say for sure that's what she said because I had stopped paying much attention to her at that point. It must have worked though because the ship stopped and rescued us. That had to be the worst week of my entire life.

I'm stranded on an island

with my Lord Jesus Christ.

I feel this is the best person to be with,

it just feels right.

I know he will protect me,

and keep me out of harm's way.

I know when it rains,

It's to help me through the day.

I know if I get sick

or even a bit ill,

He would hold me and protect me

with all his will.

If I get hungry

and really need something to eat.

He will show me the vegetables and fruit

made to keep me on my feet.

So you see, the person I pick

to be stranded with me is strong.

And with him by my side,

Things will never go wrong.

I would be stranded on an island with my mom. I can’t do anything without her (meaning in a positive and negative way). She is kind of like my lifeline. Not only is she my mom, she is like a sister too (and I don’t have one). She also is my best friend. But in all, she is a mom, a sister, and a best friend-- basically a triple person. How am I supposed to live without a person who is actually three persons in one? It’s like receiving a ‘Buy One, Get 2 for Free’ deal! How can I pass on that? I mean maybe, but only if Lucas Jade Zumann was involved. But then again, I’ve never met him or know what he’s like. All I know is that a triple deal, is a good deal not worth passing. I love these type of deals. I got a mom, a sister, and a best friend! If we were stranded, the first day would be kind of chaotic, because the mom in my triple human would appear and go completely insane. The turmoil would lead on into the second and third day. By the fourth, my older sister would show up and explain random (possibly irrelevant) things to me. She would think of ways on how to find hidden island treasures and not methods on how to survive. She would see the situation as an adventure. On the fifth day, my best friend would want to laugh at old memories and play games. This whole 1-5 day schedule would begin a cycle of similar events, until we were rescued. In the end, my favorite person(s) is my triple human who I would love to be stranded on a deserted island with.

"You're doing it wrong."

"I'm not doing it wrong." I speak with my eyes screwed shut and deeply exhale after the final word passes my sun-chapped lips. "Just because you do it a different way, doesn't mean my technique won't work."

My eyes open slowly to the task at hand: starting a friction fire with two sticks and some weird grassy stuff I peeled off the bark of a coconut tree. I wouldn't say this was a tried and true, published-in-a-survival-magazine technique, but Tom Hanks did it in Cast Away so it has to work, right? Wrong. After another ten minutes of fireless rubbing and a mother of a blister forming on one of my soft hands, I give up. I turn back to the hardened survivalist I call my boyfriend and sigh. "You're right."

"I know, babe. It's okay. I'm sure I'll be back on my feet in a day or two and I'll be able to get us set up here until someone comes to collect us." His bright blue eyes stare across the open sea from our hopelessly small slice of land and I see his determination to survive burning from them. Maybe his dazzling blue eyes can be a beacon and attract some help. Or maybe he could focus that Clark Kent laser glare on my two sticks and get a signal fire going.

My gaze lowers to his broken foot and I sigh once more. When I woke up yesterday, he was dragging me out of the ocean and onto this beach while he cursed at his injury. I cursed at him for risking his safety for me when I could've been dead. I remember his words then, I'd never give up on you. Never. He isn't usually so sentimental; we blame the broken foot and sun stroke. "I think you need some more palm fronds for shade, this sun is making you think a broken bone will heal overnight. A little less heat might at least cure the crazy talk." I lean over his seat in the sand - a hole I'd dug as soon as I'd woken the day before so he would be sitting in cool sand and not the scalding hot stuff currently burning holes into my Keds - and adjust the palm leaves I'd placed above him.

"Thanks, babe, but I'll be fine. Really. Stop mothering me and build that signal fire the way I showed you when we hiked the PCT." He bats at my restless hands through the palm fronds and gestures at my abandoned work.

"Okay, but don't tell me I'm doing it wrong this time." I push my messy blond mop of hair out of my eyes and look meaningfully at his brooding face.

"No promises, sweetheart."

I give a low growl as I drop to my knees in front of the pile of sticks and pick up the two I'd been working with before. I place the tuft of coconut stuff on one piece and resume my impression of Tom Hanks, this time including the tricks my boyfriend had taught me a year before.

"You're doing it wrong." He chuckles.

Every. Time.

I wake up to the sound of a gentle rain; the remnants of last night's storm. I'm lying supine close to a tree, a makeshift shelter shielding me from the chill and a warm body next to me, keeping me warm. I can hear the ocean and breeze lifting the leaves of tropical trees.

"You're okay." my husband whispers.

"You're okay." I whisper back, tears dripping down my cheek.

We hold each other to keep warm. The sun is just rising. I think about the storm and being tossed to sea and I look back at him and my heart fills with joy; my only wish was granted. He's alive and okay.

I'm not sure how long we'll make it, but we have each other and that's enough.

Well I can't say I am pleased to crash onto an island in the middle of nowhere but at least it was better than sinking into the ocean never to be seen or heard from again. Luckily the island is deserted but not uninhabitable. There are caves, fresh water, plenty of fruit trees and animals that are easy to trap for protein. Survival is not that big a challenge it's more a chore. I've gotten seriously sick of fish and whatever this fruit is that seems to make up half my meals. As for company I sometimes kinda wish I was alone but I'm not. Yes I love her, yes she's my favorite person in the whole world but damn if it isn't a special type of hell to be a severe introvert stranded with a extrovert. I am her only company so she's driving me crazy and I feel bad I can't give her all the attention she needs. Most days I try to avoid her which isn't hard with all the places to hide but then I hear the sadness and loneliness in her voice and always force myself to go back to her. I personally might enjoy this life if I could get a few amenities but she's going stir crazy. That's why we've been spending every spare moment on the plan. We've made large bonfires on each side of the island, written help with rocks on every clear area and we are trying to fix the radio that I salvaged from the plane. Neither of us is very experienced at fixing electronics but we know the basics, hopefully we can get a message out before the last battery on the island dies. Luckily as family we've had our lifetimes to get used to each other because we might have the rest of our lives to get sick of one another.

Wow, I'm fially alone with you. You are my favorite person, Jeffrey.

Alone with you; can you cook? Can you make us a snuggle bed safe from bugs and shit?

I'll help. I'll do whatever it takes to survive here, we can talk after the survival stuff is done. I see many uses for palm trees and shells. The local monkeys think you are aloof.

You and I willl reside here like peas and carrotts.

Peas and Carrots, you and me. You could put us anywhere, why not a deserted island?

Let's dance!

Dance about life giving us this opportunity!

The monkeys will figure you out, like I did. I love you.