Jason slept soundly, unconscious on the sandy shore of an uninhabited island, unaware of his surroundings. Completely soaking wet from lying where the waves wash in on the sand. Somehow, he made it to the shoreline in one piece after holding on to a portion of a wooden pole that held the sails which had broken off.

The wooden pole that was attached to the ship at one point, broken from the attack of a leviathan, had carried him to safety. Now, it is no where to be found. Not a single shred of evidence left behind to show for his miraculous survival.

He continued to sleep peacefully from the exhaustion of barely surviving an attack from a massive green sea serpent. The bright sun’s position in the sky was beginning to reach mid day point. Blinding rays of light were shining directly in his face, and the sound of a seagull sqawking nearby pulled him from his slumber. He had slowly begun to arouse from being unconscious. Holding his right hand outward to cover his face in order to block the blistering sunlight. His grey eyes blinked a few times for the world to finally come into focus.

The surviving sailor noticed that his entire body felt on fire after he sat up from his lying position. All of his muscles are severely aching from struggling to hold onto the pole as a way to survive in the water. The sunburn that had begun to set in, turning his skin a bright red, was hurting already. His lips are even cracked from dehydration, and he has no idea how long he had been lying in that place.

He struggled to stand up at first. After a couple seconds of trying to push through the pain, he finally was able to fully erect his stance. He groaned in pain as his body stretched out the full height he stands. He then looked around to find himself stranded on an unknown beach. If he wasn’t in such a terrible predicament, Jason would think that this is paradise with the clear turquoise water and white sandy beach.

A definite polar opposite from the previous storm’s raging water.

He looked out to the sea in an attempt to find the ship he was thrown from. Finding absolutely nothing out as far he can see. Either the ship made it out and left him behind, or it met an untimely fate. He sighed in defeat, because he knows that no one is going to come and save him. He looked back towards the island to gain some sort of semblance of the place.

Palm trees swayed in the wind from the slight breeze that caressed him. A surmount of green vegetation covered the ground beyond the sandy beach. He put one foot infront of the other, and he noticed that his boots are filled with water. He sighed, knowing that he was going to have some blisters on his feet. Randomly, he had an idea to take them off later, and allow his feet to breath.

He ambled towards the green vegetation in hope to find some water to quench his thirst. The thought of water and food caused his stomach to rumble in hunger.

His jaw clenched in anger as he grumbled, “Ugh, just fuckin fantastic.”

Creating an instant determination to locate something edible for him to eat. His feet were instinctually moving in the opposite direction of the ocean. There has to be some type of fruit or animal he can eat hunt on the island. The sun beratingly shining down on him as he tried to locate some food or water.

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Hopefully, he is lucky enough to find both.

Making sure to put his survival training to use, because he was determind find a way to keep himself alive on the Island. He decided to search high and low for nourishment while he reflected on his poor choice of actions that led him here. With that thought on his mind, he uses his hands to push the vegetation aside as he walks into the dense green forest. His eyes widen in amazement from the scenery.

Jason surveyed his surroundings, taking in the lush jungle that stretched before him. The air was thick with the scent of exotic flora, and the distant calls of unfamiliar birds echoed through the undergrowth. He knew he needed to focus on the essentials – finding food, water, and a more secure shelter to withstand the elements.

Pushing aside the memories of the leviathan's attack and the loss of his crew, Jason set out to explore the island, his instincts as a naval officer guiding his every step. He scanned the area for any signs of freshwater sources, his eyes narrowing as he caught a glimpse of a small stream cutting through the foliage.

As he approached the stream, Jason knelt down and cupped his hands, bringing the cool, clear water to his lips. The refreshing liquid quenched his thirst, and he felt a slight sense of relief wash over him. Yet, the weight of his past decisions still hung heavy on his mind, a constant reminder of the lives he had been unable to save.

Flashbacks of the battle at sea replayed in his mind, the image of Captain Alden's final moments searing into his consciousness. Jason had been Alden's protégé, a promising young officer with a bright future. But that future had been shattered in an instant, the consequences of his actions haunting him ever since.

"I should have done more," he muttered, his voice laced with guilt. "If only I had been quicker, more decisive..."

Jason clenched his fists, the frustration and self-loathing threatening to consume him. He had always prided himself on his leadership and decision-making, but now, those very qualities seemed to mock him, a constant reminder of his failure.

Forcing himself to push past the anguish, Jason continued his exploration, searching for any resources that could aid his survival. He scanned the area for edible plants and fruits, his training as a naval officer guiding his instincts. After several hours of foraging, he had managed to gather a modest supply of sustenance, enough to sustain him for the time being.

As the day wore on, Jason turned his attention to constructing a more secure shelter. Using the materials at hand- fallen branches, large leaves, and vines -he carefully wove together a sturdy structure, providing him with a sense of protection from the elements.

With the sun beginning to set, Jason retreated to find shelter, the sounds of the island echoing his inner turmoil. The distant calls of birds and the rustling of the foliage seemed to taunt him, reminding him of his isolation and the weight of his past.

Exhausted, both physically and emotionally, Jason settled down underneath a rock shelter, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the small fire he had managed to start. As the shadows danced across the walls of his shelter, his thoughts drifted back to the fateful battle, the image of Captain Alden's angry expression seared into his memory.

"Alden..." Jason whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry. I've failed you, and I've failed them all."

The guilt and anguish threatened to overwhelm him, but Jason refused to succumb to the darkness. He had survived the leviathan's attack, and he would not let his past define him. Summoning his resolve, he vowed to endure, to find a way to redeem himself and honor the memory of those he had lost.

As the night deepened, Jason's eyes grew heavy, and he drifted into a restless sleep, haunted by the echoes of the past.