Stranded

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.