Supposing you were the only survivor of ashipwreck pot

Supposing you were the only survivor of a
shipwreck and what would you do there
during two weeks?
Supposing you were the only survivor of a shipwreck
and were washed up on a deserted island. What would
you do there during two weeks?

On a cold evening of April our ship was sailing for Ireland.
Suddenly a violent storm rose and overturned our ship.
Fortunately I clang to a plank and was washed up on an
island.

It was pitch-dark. On reaching the island, I fumbled for a
smooth place to lie down. Quite exhausted I slept for a
long time. I woke up with a start when I was dazzled by
glaring sunlight. How I felt hungry and thirsty! The island
with its gorgeous landscape at dawn appeared before my
eyes.

I began to explore the island. It was an uninhabited island
surrounded by gigantic trees. Yellow fruit dangling in the
fresh morning breeze seduced my hunger. I tasted one.
How sweet and delicious it was! I devoured greedily a lot
of them then I lay down comfortably on a patch of soft
grass. Around me were fragrance and twittering of birds.
Pricking up my ears, I heard a stream babbling
somewhere. I sprang up and cast a glance around. There,
far away, on the right, a waterfall was cascading down the
mountainside. I rushed toward it. Stooping down I
swallowed gulps of water in raptures. In the afternoon
when I was wandering around the island, I happened to

find out a cave a hidden behind the dense foliage. It was
convenient for me to turn it into lodging and bed for the
night.

Day in day out, nearly two weeks passed by. My food was
mere fruit and some fish and lobster caught from the
stream. Sometimes I tried to hunt some wild animals but in
vain. Had I been equipped with necessary things, I would
have enjoyed remaining here for food.

One morning I caught sight of a boat on the horizon. I
signaled and shouted out loudly. I was rescued but so far I
have fostered the memories of a fairy land which I had
once happened to discover!