Cal liked to think of himself as an adventurous soul, but he never ever considered himself to be any kind of daredevil. And yet here he was, living in a cave on an isolated island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Feeling rather pensive, Cal sat down on the makeshift seat he’d constructed out of driftwood. He thought about what possessed him to embark on this ill-conceived journey. He clearly wasn’t prescient enough to have anticipated the unusual weather and rough seas that he encountered. As he thought about it, perhaps he should have given more credence to those who warned about climate change.
Cal tried to recall how long it had been since his small dinghy had crashed onto the rocky coastline of this island. But he couldn’t remember. Had it been weeks? A month? Longer?
He had managed to survived on fresh fruit and berries, as well as on fish and small rodents that he was able to catch. He gathered enough wood and brought it into his cave to dry out and would use his old, reliable Zippo lighter to ignite small fires so he didn’t have to eat his caught fish and meat raw. But the lighter fluid was gone and the flint worn to the point that it could no longer create even a tiny spark.
Using more driftwood and some vines he had pulled down from the trees, Cal crafted together a raft. The time was quickly approaching for him to cast-off from his cave home on the strange little island. He had no way of knowing if he would survive his attempt to return to the life he knew. But if he did, there was no doubt in his mind that his adventurous days were behind him.
Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. And for the Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, leveraging the word “pensive.” And also for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (daredevil), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (prescient), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (cast-off).