he went on deck to take  a look 

the boat had beached close to a shore

he could see vegetation

images of food and shelter filled his mind

he threw out the anchor and waded ashore

it felt weird when his feet touched land

he was unsteady and weak

but the joy of being on dry land was immense

he explored a short way along the beach

this was not a tiny island

he hoped it was inhabited

otherwise he would still need rescuing

he decided to build a small raft

to bring the contents of the boat ashore

it was getting dark when he brought in the last load 

the next day he woke up hungry

coconut milk quenched his thirst

the flesh of the coconut filled his belly

he was startled when a voice yelled out

hey you put your hands up

he turned to see a man with a gun

where is the package he demanded

he had no idea what the man wanted

what package he answered in a weak voice

I am not playing games with you

just tell me where the package is or I will kill you now

honestly I never had any package on my boat

the man pointed the gun at him

a shot rang out but he felt no pain

the man with the gun fell to the ground

a uniformed figure stepped up and picked up the dead man’s gun

scene is secure he shouted