The Island’s Edge

I've walked the length and width of this island so many times that I've memorized the location of every rock, branch, and ant hill.

The last of my food has run out, and I can hardly desalinate enough water to drink.

I tried my best at surviving with the limited resources I could salvage, but it just hasn't been enough...

Now I'm left with two choices: Cling to hope or give in to despair...

I think you've guessed my choice by now.

I've got the rock tied to my wrists, and now I just need to get to the ideal spot on the cliff...

And here we are, the edge of the cliff - and the edge of my everything I suppose.

Just a quick heave-ho and the pain will all be over.

One.

Two.

Th--

Wait!

Is that a boat horn in the distance?

Three.