Dark times. Dangerous boats . Uninhabitable oceans. Horrific weather. This is a story, a story of my miserable stay on an island, an island in the North Atlantic Ocean near the Bermuda triangle and my secret possession that I deemed useless, until now.
It all started out on 13th November 2018. I left the London docks at 4:15, as I wanted to scourge the North West Passage all the way to N. America. My team consisted of 500 men, all had an I immensely important role on my ship, The Terror.
We were at least three quarters of the way there, when... A terrible storm struck. It savaged our ship, obliterated our ship, annihilated it. From my thorough research, I was the only person to even escape the ship alive.
I was scared. I was hungry. I was, I was lonely. The night drew on, I was trapped in the captains quarters; something had blocked the door on the outside. There were not many resources at all. I had enough food to last me two weeks. I had a few clothes to salvage but other than that, I had nothing else.
The next day, I woke up late, due to yesterday's tragic events. I found, to my surprise, that the door had unhinged itself and I could easily tear it off. I also found that I had landed on an island. I managed to salvage a lot of supplies, such as: books, wood and kindle, tinbed food, weapons and something I found utterly useless, a flare. It was useless because the voyage had been confidential and before we were shipwrecked we could not an SOS or any distress signal of any sort.
I started my on type civilization over the next few year. I built structures, hunted animals, created a farm and even started a mine. Out of nowhere on 2021 13th November, out of th blue, in the distance, I saw a ship, yes, I typed ship. There it was, no and bold, it was called The Errebus.
I sprinted across a reservoir and launched the flare up into the sky. I have been saved...
So now you've heard my story, about how I was shipwrecked. I hope you have learnt a lesson. One, always stay home. Two, always keep a flare with you.