Day Twenty

(Vacations are always nice, it's the traveling that sucks)

 

Waking up to the thunderstorm this morning was actually quite comforting. It helped that she didn't feel sick anymore, and the room not spinning really helped a lot too. Feeling starved after a day of hardly eating, Greta made waffles and scarfed them down, then finished the rest of her routine.

 

Thankful to the rain, because it kept Charles at bay, Greta managed to gather the eggs without incident or injury to her pride. Feeling like wasn't so bad out, she donned her scuba gear and waded into the water...and right back out again! Great googlie mooglies it was cold out! Ripping off her scuba gear, she headed back inside with a quick stop to chat up the chickens.

 

Inside she flipped through the catalogue, more out of boredom than necessity. Finally, she reached the back page. There sure was a lot of stuff crammed in this catalogue. Before looking at the final page, she pondered how they managed to get their hands on all of it, then decided she didn't want to know.

 

Looking down, she saw the greatest sight she had ever seen. They offered vacations! Oh and to three places she'd always wanted to go! It didn't take Greta long to think about it. She placed her request in the mailbox, and started to giggle about the thought of being kidnapped tonight, when all of a sudden she felt a jerking motion as she was lifted off her feet. NOW! THEY WERE DOING IT NOW!? Those were her last thoughts before blacking out.

Day Nineteen

(The punishment)

 

The room swam this morning when Greta opened her eyes. Not because her house was flooding like she first thought, but because she was sick. This must be her punishment for singing off key, and with no rhythm out loud. It was enough to drive her into bed for the rest of the day.

 

Tomorrow would be better, after all, she had nothing to bring up.

Day Eighteen

(Call me Mrs. Scuba!)

 

Greta woke up today feeling a bit depressed. After her morning routine, she checked on the chickens and gathered her eggs. Feeling like it was okay to go down to the cave today, she got into her scuba gear and went all in.

 

Man, the fishing was excellent today! Catching more than her fair share of fish, Greta was about to surface when she spotted her arch enemy. He must have spotted her bulging pack because he charged Greta gnashing his jaws the whole time.

 

Greta had had enough. Giving it everything she had, she charged under the shark, and then shot towards the surface. All this scuba diving must have toned her body because she made it without any injuries this time. Call me Mrs. Scuba! ran, as a theme song, in her head all the way home.

 

Returning, she sold what she could, cut the few gems she had acquired, and had a late dinner and went to bed. The chickens could fend for themselves for once.

Day Seventeen

(Finally we might be getting a clue)

 

Today things were looking up for Greta. The air was warm, and it was a lovely day. Outside, the chickens were happy and giving eggs, and to make it perfect; no neighbours were anywhere on her little island. They could make the most awful sounds imaginable (and she was from Bridgeport, so you knew it was bad when she couldn't stand the noise.)

 

Taking her chances, she donned her scuba gear, and headed for the cave. Several fish were available, but seemed to be in a teasing mood. They darted out of reach each time Greta went to catch one. Hmm, maybe they were catching onto the flipper trick, she'd need a new method soon. Using the cave, she went to the next spot.

 

After harvesting some kelp, Greta went fish hunting. She managed to catch a few, but they were few and far between. Feeling somewhat dejected, she headed home for the day. It wasn't a total loss, she had managed to get a few gems which she cut, and she made her new dishwasher unbreakable.

 

Late that night, she reached out and grabbed a hold of Nessie and Nestor. No one had to know how lonely she felt.

Day Sixteen

(You thought I was kidding about the boring stuff huh? Welcome to Life)

 

Today when Greta got up, she could feel the cold. She did her morning routine like normal and then went to take care of the chickens. Bad eggs again, maybe there were feeling the chill as well? Oh well, she'd have to find a solution to that problem later.

 

Donning her scuba gear, she put one toe in the water and went back downstairs to get dressed. Today was a fishing day, yup definitely a fishing day.

 

It actually wasn't so bad. After hours of fishing, Greta decided to try scuba diving once more. This time she made it to the cave, but maybe she had it right the first time around. The chickens and the fish seemed to feel the same way, they were nowhere to be found. After a disappointing trip, Greta returned home to find some mushrooms she missed on her way out. A little leary after the whole salad incident, she put them away in her fridge anyways. If things didn't perk up soon, it might be time to try island greens again.

 

After making sushi for dinner, she made sure her sink was self cleaning, and then went to bed.

Day Fifteen

(Some people are just completely clueless)

 

Today was a great day. Greta woke up feeling brilliant! Her morning went well. The eggs were collected and the chickens were well fed.

 

Feeling lucky, she went back to the cave and caught several fish. Travelling through the cave, she brought up metals and some gems, and there were more fish on the other side. Just as she was leaving, some sharks showed up, but she was already safe. The small stream of laughter bubbles followed her through the cave and back up to the surface.

 

Back at home, she fed the chickens again and sold her findings. It was a good day. Greta still felt like something was missing though, but what?

Day Fourteen

(It's starting to feel a lot like...)

 

When Greta woke up this morning, it was still raining, not as hard as yesterday though. After her morning routine, she decided she couldn't put off going out any more. Winter was coming soon, and the water was already getting to the point where it was too cold to go in for long.

 

Heading outside, she fed the chickens and collected the eggs, things were already looking up, no bad eggs today. No flowers either, so it was kind of disappointing, but still looking like a decent day.

 

In the water Greta caught several fish, including a small shark (Ha! Take that!) After catching her fill and harvesting some kelp (who knew it had been here the whole time,) Greta returned to the boat. She talked to the chickens for a bit, and sent the metal she had found off to be smelted. Tired, she made some sushi with the fish she had caught, and went to bed.

 

It was hard to fall asleep that night. She had gotten used to life here, and the chickens were nice, but she wished she had someone else to talk to.

Day Thirteen

(You thought it only lasted for one day? Silly, it's the Thirteenth)

 

It must just be the day. Today when Greta got up, there was a huge thunderstorm happening. Scuba diving and snorkeling would have to be put off for the day. After morning routine, she set about the house cleaning it. Honestly, how it go so dirty was beyond her. Maybe she has more late night visitors than she thought.

 

Thinking about her cleaning issues, Greta set about learning on how to make things self-cleaning, and she did it! It was a slow process, but her shower and her toilet (two of the three main offenders) were turned into self-cleaning units. Next would be that pesky sink.

 

Not holding out hope after morning collection (3 bad eggs,) Greta went up to collect the eggs again. Yup, the same as the morning. Maybe it has to do with the weather changes. It felt like autumn now, it was cooler, and not many people were out (thank goodness,) but there were more flowers. It might not be a bad trade off. Today there were three Maui bean seeds. Not even remotely interested, Greta put them up for sale.

 

Totally exhausted from doing nothing all day, Greta made dinner and went to bed.

Day Twelve

(If it wasn't for bad luck...)

 

Greta couldn't believe it when she woke up this morning. One of the neighbours was in her bathroom! As soon as she got up, he took off. This was not going to be a good day, she could tell already. Breakfast was great, but then the toilet plugged, and the sink broke. Time to go to the catalogue. She ordered a new toilet and sink along with a dishwasher and a new table and chairs. Then Greta headed to check on the chickens.

 

Gross! Her first bad egg. Oh man that was rotten, literally. Sighing as she passed the crowd of neighbours to get to the water, Greta headed for the cave again. Why couldn't they do whatever it is they were doing on their own island?

 

Down at the cave, she felt her luck was really changing. She caught several fish before noticing the sharks closing in. Greta swam like mad for the cave, but didn't quite make it. After the attack, she surfaced and headed for home. It wasn't a great haul, but there were fish and a ruby. It would have to do.

 

At home Greta started looking for hobby-type things in the catalogue, but nothing caught her eye. Instead she tinkered for a bit with her stove trying to see how it worked, when it hit her. She wouldn't need to spend so much time cleaning if she cold make her stuff self-cleaning. A plan in mind for the future, Greta made herself some dinner and went to bed.

 

Tomorrow would be better, she just knew it.

Day Eleven

(Let the daily monotony begin)

 

 

Feeling great about the way things are going, Greta's morning routine seemed to go faster than normal. After a good breakfast of waffles (not burnt this time,) it was time to hit the water.

 

Back out at the cave, Greta nabbed a few fish before her old buddies the sharks showed up. Today, they must have given up on her though, because after the second time she peed her pants they left. Maybe they just don't like warm water. Feeling pleased with herself, Greta decided to catch some fish. There weren't many out today, maybe they didn't like warm water either. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.

 

Returning home, Greta noticed some more neighbours as she'd come to think of them lately. Shaking her head she went to check on the chickens. After gathering the eggs, and telling the chickens about her day (she could swear Charles was grinning and laughing at her,) she  went inside and made a nice autumn salad and then to bed.

Day Ten

 

 

For the first time in forever, Greta woke up feeling excited about just getting up. The new bed was amazing! So warm and comfy, she almost didn't want to get out. Oh and the shower, it was like heaven! Not quite sure how whoever put it in did it, but she had hot water. Hot water, imagine it! Feeling like a million bucks, and gauging her bumps and scratches as not that bad, she headed out to explore that cave.

 

The chickens seemed fine, Charles was his usual nasty self. Even that couldn't ruin her day now. Greta gathered the eggs, and headed towards the beach. She couldn't believe the sight that awaited her. A single flower was growing just up from the sand. It was so beautiful, Greta smelled it and remembered trips to the park with her mother. Gosh, that felt like a lifetime ago. Greta picked the flower and stuck it in her bag. Then headed out to the water.

 

She made it back down to the cave, and lucky her, no sharks. Greta looked all around her, before heading into the cave. In the darkness, she thought she could see something moving. Putting it out of her mind, she forged ahead. This cave seemed to go on forever! Finally, spying some light, she shot ahead and exited out in a completely new spot, and what a spot it was. There was another treasure chest, and plethora of fish to catch.

 

After looting the chest, Greta set about catching as many fish as she could. Finally exhausted after chasing down so much yummy food, Greta decided to just float for a moment. That's when she noticed the shark from yesterday, and this time he had brought a friend. Feeling her wet suit get warm suddenly, she quickly ducked down into the cave and headed back the way she had come. Well, what she hoped was the way she had come.

 

Exiting the cave, she was happy that she recognized these seaweed patches, and dirt, or was it sand? Who cares! She loved it either way. Deciding not to press her luck, she started for the surface. Almost at the top, something swimming below caught her eye. Oh no! Was it the shark? Had it followed her? Wasn't it too big to fit in the cave? Wait, what was that? Nah, it couldn't be. Greta shook her head and laughed, those only existed in fairy tales. She could have sworn it smiled and waved at her though.

 

Back at the ranch, I mean island, Greta noticed something red between all the brambles. It was another flower. This time her favorite one, a cosmos. Oh, how absolutely lovely! She picked it and Stuffed it, along with everything else she wanted into her mailbox. Going downstairs she put her new fridge and stove to good use. She could get used to cooking her own meals.

 

Incredibly tired, and wanting to snuggle down in her covers, Greta headed for bed.

Day Nine

 (Here there be sharks!)

 

Totally the best day ever! Greta woke up determined to make that raccoon stop laughing at her! Only when she woke up, there was no raccoon, no bunnies, and the walls were fine. Oh gosh! What had she eaten? Maybe no more salad until she learned a bit more about the plants on the island first.

 

Feeling very sheepish, Greta got ready for her day. Upstairs, she quickly gathered eggs, and fed the chickens. As she was heading out into the ocean, she remembered the glinty spot she had seen yesterday. Heading towards the spot, she dived down to see if she could figure it out. Boy! Was she surprised.

 

Who knew all this existed under the water? Maybe her Alien theory was right. Maybe they came and left a bunch of junk behind. Giggling, she thought about all the times her grandfather Henrik had told her one man's trash was another man's treasure. She remembered her mom always retorting with, that just makes you a garbage picker, and then the two of them would argue until the cows came home. Wow, she hadn't thought about her family in awhile. What she wouldn't give to have her mom set her up with some weird, cheesy-smelling guy again.

 

Lost in memories, and feeling nostalgic for the good old days, Greta was awakened when a large fish swam past her. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she decided to explore; it was no good living in the past, she needed to survive now. You know, so she could go home someday.

 

Watching the fish swim for awhile, she decided to catch it. Finally after the slippery sucker had gotten away four times, she managed to wrangle it into her bag. Hitting it with her flipper had helped, but only a little bit. Looking around, Greta spotted the glint again. Following it she found a cave, and... A TREASURE BOX!

 

Now this was more like it! Greta found thousands of dollars inside, along with a gem, and a painting in a waterproof covering. Oh yeah! Now things could happen. Getting ready to take a look in the cave, she spotted another fish swimming near by. Mm, dinner. Just as Greta managed to catch the fish (starting with the flipper clobbering- ok, may it helped more than a little- things went more smoothly, and faster,) she noticed a large shadow surrounding her.

 

Shark! When Greta had looked up, her worst nightmare had come true. Just when she found a way to make things a bit easier, she was going to be someone else's dinner. Wait, all those shark week shows, what did they say? Stay calm, no blood, swim very slowly. Moving, so that it barely felt like she was, Greta started heading up and away from the shark. The cave could wait for another day.

 

Just when she thought she was about to get away, the shark turned on her. Forget slow! Greta started swimming like her life depended on it, because it did. But it was no use, the shark quickly caught up, and Greta looked like a juicy meal. looking at her impending demise coming towards her, she felt all the rage, frustration, sadness, and tears welling up inside. Letting out a scream like a wounded buffalo on the war path (which disappointingly, no one could hear because it was underwater with no one around; and because it came out in a series of bubbles,) Greta decided to give the shark a thrashing.

 

Thankful to be on the shore of her lonely island (it had been a close call,) Greta started for home to tend her wounds. Wow, thank goodness some of those salad greens had still been in her bag. After being wounded, she had meant to grab one of the fish and let out for a distraction so she could get away; instead she threw a handful of salad greens. It had been a close call, but the shark took the illusion producing greens worse than she had (she hoped.) Whatever the shark was going through, it looked awful! She almost felt sorry for it, watching it swim away in circles, biting at nothing.

 

Inside her house, she opened the catalogue, and placed an order for a better bed, a better shower, a counter, and a stove. Jackpot! Feeling lucky, she headed outside and decided to try her luck at fishing again.

 

Man, she was on a roll today! More jellyfish, and a tuna! She had had no idea that tuna came outside of a can, but there they were! They were kind of ugly, maybe she shouldn't eat them. Stuffing everything into her mailbox to sell (this thing must be magical, there was never-ending space in it,) she headed downstairs. Blinking in confusion, she noticed the things she had ordered had arrived. How were they doing it!? She had been by the entrance the whole time. Creeped out, but happy, Greta ran to her new bed and flopped down. She'd finally be able to cook real food! Hopefully, her kitchen wouldn't burn down, it was brand new after all.

Day Eight

(Strange Salads)

 

Waking up this morning, Greta noticed a new machine in her house. Wondering what it was, she went to look at it and discovered it was the gem cutting machine she had ordered. Gasping in shock, she wondered when it had been brought in! She hadn't heard anyone come in, surely she would have noticed. Oh no! Was she drooling when they came in!? How unattractive, wait... Why did she care? Smiling, she did her morning routine and went to go outside.

 

After checking on the chickens, and gathering the eggs, Greta waded out into the water. She decided to start in another spot. She managed to collect three shells before it started to storm. Thinking she had better start heading in before she started doing the dead man's float for the rest of her life, she noticed something glinting far below her. Making a mental note to check it out tomorrow, she carried on her way finding more gems, shells, and another space rock.

 

One foot on shore, and the storm stopped. Really!? Ugh, oh well there was always tomorrow. Checking on the chickens one last time, she found more eggs. Poor things, they must have had the eggs scared right out of them. Even that evil chicken (which Greta had decided to name Charles,) wasn't making much noise. Teasing him a little bit and knowing that she'd pay for it when he was feeling better, she headed downstairs to play with her new toy.

 

It was AMAZING! So, easy to use. Talk about a breeze! She cut all the gems she had found over the last few days and sent them to be sold. Inside, Greta decided to make herself a green salad with a few of the plant leaves she had found scattered on the island.

 

Feeling full, and satisfied with her ingenuity, Greta started heading to bed. Funny, she didn't remember the walls melting and dipping in like that before. Where did all the ugly pink bunnies come from? Why was there a raccoon laughing at her!? Stupid raccoon! She'd show it today! Lunging for it, Greta fell flat on her face, and into a deep slumber. Her last thought was: Please let me wake up, I still have to teach that raccoon a lesson.

Day Seven

(First Order)

 

After getting up this morning and getting ready to head out, Greta grabbed her bag and found it was heavy. Looking inside, she discovered a few gems she had forgotten about collecting. Putting them aside, she hefted her stuff outside, and noticed some stuff along the beach. A white mushroom,  and a grape seed. She knew it was a grape seed, because her friend owned a vineyard back in Bridgeport; this seed didn't look so good though. Still, Greta wondered if she could plant it and make it grow. It was worth a try anyways. Greta set out into the ocean to see what she could find today.

 

Wow! Was today fruitful or what? Not only did she find several more gems, she found shells up the wazoo! She also found a mate to her toy Loch Ness doll Nessie; she'd call this one Nester. Giggling at her idea of a bad joke, she went to check on the chickens. Still good, no new eggs. Alright, inside it was.

 

Having a dinner of cold canned soup, and dreaming about hot, cooked-to-order steak and frites, Greta thumbed through the catalogue. It was there that she discovered a gem cutting machine. Just what she needed! After all, with how she was finding all these gems, it could quickly become too expensive to have them sent away and cut. Placing an order, she went back to flipping through the catalogue. Who knew what other amazing things she could find.

 

Satisfied with her day, she settled down for the night.

Day Six

(The Great Chicken Debate)

 

Waking up feeling totally refreshed, thanks to being lulled to sleep by that thunderstorm last night, Greta grinned to herself. Not long ago, she remembered being terrified of the thunderstorms out here. Yup, life was pretty good right now. After a quick breakfast and a shower, she went upstairs.

 

Checking on the mailbox, she chuckled. Either it had escaped or she had sold it. Considering she could see the money, it had been the latter; too bad. Giggling a little, Greta walked over to where the chickens were, still alive and kicking, and with eggs! Oh yeah! This was a win-win. Collecting the eggs, she put them away properly, and went to hit the water.

 

Hey! There was another seed, snatching it up, she tucked it into her bag for inspection later. There were things to find out there.

 

Ok, so a little creeped out, Greta returned to the shore. Now, she was convinced that Aliens had either crash-landed here, or were once living in this ocean. She had found two more space rocks, and a bunch of shells. Going back to her boat, she wondered if she would meet an Alien someday.

 

Checking for eggs and finding none, Greta had her first run in with the mean chicken. Normally it shied away from her, but today it must have been feeling braver. At first trying to coax it down, then arguing with it, Greta decided she'd lost her mind. Looking again, Greta decided that chicken was mean, because it was actually a rooster. Yeah, she thought, I'd be mean too if I was so girly looking people thought I was a chicken. Pausing mid-step, she decided that didn't quite sound right. Could chickens be feminine looking? Shrugging, she went inside for some dinner, and then sleep.

Day Five

 

 

Looking back on it, Greta realized today had been topsy-turvy, but in a good way. First, she woke up and had breakfast and a shower. She must be acclimatizing to her surroundings better because the ice cold shower didn't seem that cold today. Going outside, it was a beautiful summer day again. Just as she was passing her mailbox, she noticed something in it. How strange, upon opening it she couldn't believe her eyes! A bill? Seriously!? A bill! Out here in the middle of nowhere, for services rendered. I guess even lost at sea they try and stick it to you.

 

Paying the $17 bill, Greta mutter to herself under breath on her way to the beach. Just as she was stepping onto the sand, she noticed something small moving near the edge of the water. Freezing, Greta watched for a moment. Her heart racing, she hoped it wasn't a land-walking jellyfish coming to get her for catching its cousin. Suddenly, it ran into a patch of sunlight. It was some sort of lizard. Squealing with delight, Greta took off after it.

 

Laughing to herself as she held onto the lizard she had finally managed to catch, Greta couldn't remember having so much fun in what felt like forever. She decided to name him Samuel and keep him around for company (things with the raccoon didn't seem to be working out.) Decision made, she started to take Samuel home and look for a box to keep him in. Maybe there would be something in that catalogue. $17 ha! Rip off artists.

 

A few minutes later, her thoughts interrupted, Greta nearly dropped Samuel in shock. He had bit her! Well, that wasn't going to fly, she had enough of that from that stupid raccoon! Stuffing Samuel into the mailbox, she decided to sell him. Feeling slightly guilty, but determined, Greta went back to the ocean and started snorkeling. Greta found another space rock again. Hmmm, did a spaceship crash around here or something? Giggling to herself about what a wacky day she was having, she almost missed a shell. Grabbing it at the last minute she headed home.

 

Quite the sight awaited her on the shore. Along with some broken boards and other garbage that had washed up, there was a familiar sound: Cluck! Cluck! Greta turned her head trying to locate the sound. How in the world did a couple of chickens end up here? After getting over her astonishment, she chased and caught them. Looking through the debris, she built a crude shelter for them and shoved them in it. She'd give the animals another try. She could use the company. Oh! The eggs, chickens laid eggs! Real, normal food! Yes, she could use these chickens; besides if they pecked her, they could be eaten or used as fish bait.

 

Feeling lucky, and quite pleased with herself, Greta went downstairs to bed. Yup, today had been quite the day. Oh wait! The lizard, was it ok? Was it still alive? Giggling a little evilly, Greta decided she'd check on it in the morning.

Day Four

 

 

Today was going to be a great day! Greta was absolutely sure of it when she woke up. She had some bread and jam, and then hit the shower. Going up to the surface, she discovered the sun was shining, the air crisp and clean, and it was warm. No more freezing for Greta today!

 

After checking her mailbox (she'd been using the mailbox system,) she headed out into the water. After a few hours, Greta was starting to feel slightly discouraged again. Nothing! That's when she spotted it.  Something small and a bit darker than the shadows surrounding it. Going a bit deeper she reached it, and discovered she had found a rock unlike anything she had ever seen. It was cool to the touch and just a bit on the mysterious side. Greta had heard of these things, they were space rocks. Some were worthless, while others were worth a fortune. She put in in the mailbox to sell. After all, what good would a space rock do her here?

 

Going inside, Great wasn't feeling all that hungry and talking to herself didn't feel all that appealing. So, she decided to fish. Going back outside, Greta fished for a few hours and caught more anchovies just as she was about to call it quits, her line tugged more sharply than it ever had before. With some patience, a lot of struggling, and a few curses, Greta managed to pull her catch out of the water. She had caught a jellyfish. Wait! She had caught a jellyfish! Her dismay turning to delight, she did a bit of a happy dance in congratulation to herself. This meant she was getting better right?

 

Feeling quite pleased with herself, Greta sold the jellyfish and put her freshly caught anchovies in the fridge. She tucked herself into bed. Yes, life was getting good.

Day Three

(They can't all be winners)

 

She couldn't believe it! After finally relaxing and deciding to face her future head on, She had woken up late. She quickly hopped out of bed and ate a cold breakfast of cereal. A short freezing cold shower later, she was washing her dishes when the water started spurting out of  the sink! After trying to fix the leak (all the while, water gushing into her face and soaking her,) Greta wasn't sure why she had showered in the first place. Going upstairs, she put on a brave face and hopped into the water to snorkel for a bit.

 

After unsuccessfully finding anything useful, Greta decided to come home. She found more strange people, as well as the raccoon and two deer. After trying to pet the raccoon again today, Greta could hear a slight difference in the tone of the growls. Yes! She was finally starting to break it, no him, down.

 

Freezing cold from being outside in the water until night time, Greta went back to her home, and went to bed. Surely, tomorrow will be better.

Day Two

 

 

Upon waking up, Greta realized that he pep-talk she had given herself last night really did help. So, she gave herself another one this morning. Using the shower (which miracle of miracles) seemed to work adequately enough, she took a cold but much needed shower. Another small breakfast of found cereal and she was out the door. On the island, she found a seed. Hmmm, this could come in handy. Maybe more things would wash ashore in time, like another person or some more furniture! Keeping hope in her heart, Greta decided to go snorkeling again. This time around she only found one shell, and a really creepy gnome-like doll. The water was really murky and too hard to see clearly in, but she guessed that was from he huge storm that happened last night.

 

 

Feeling a bit dejected she returned home. That's funny, it'd only been one day but she had come to think of it as her home. When she arrived, there were two people on her island! They looked really weird and kept taking turns making poofing noises. She decided to leave them alone. They must be from another island, but if that's what they were like over there, then they could stay over there.

 

That's when Greta noticed the fish jumping in the water again. Deciding that her humiliating failure the before wasn't going to happen again, Greta tried fishing. She caught 7 fish! They were really tiny anchovies, but still! Feeling totally happy with herself she took them downstairs to cook and eat. On the way, she remember that didn't have a stove or know how to cook. Her enthusiasm curbed, she now had a new goal...maybe.

 

Spying a wild raccoon, she decided to stop and talk to it for awhile (because talking to yourself after awhile just leads to arguing.) After being bit a couple of times, Greta decided to leave the animal alone. After all, they were going to be living together for awhile, there was no need to rush.

 

After just getting on the ship, she noticed a new mailbox and a catalogue. Pelican News Delivery? It buys and sells stuff!? Now this might be interesting. No need to call, just place an order for buying or selling in the mailbox. Right, what mailbox? Looking beside her, she noticed the new shiny mailbox. Oh, this will make things much easier. Thinking deeply, she continued downstairs.

 

After a dinner of green salad, she got back into her sleeping bag (now thankfully dry,) and went to sleep. Thing were starting to look up, maybe this life won't be so sad.

Day One

(Nifty title huh?)

 

Greta Coe washed up on the shore of an island all alone. She knew when she had boarded that party boat for her mothers birthday party that something was going to go wrong. She just figured it would be another one her mothers "set-up" attempts.So when she wished the boat would sink, she hadn't really been serious.

 

Now, what she going to do? All the survival training she had done as a child in the girl scouts kicked in. She waded out into the water to see if anything had floated in with her. At least a piece of the boat had come with her, so she had shelter. She managed to salvage a table and two cheap chair from the boat as well as a really soggy sleeping bag. She almost managed to find a small bench to sit on. Luckily, the piece of boat she had found came equipped with a small shower, sink, and toilet.

 

Now she would need food and some natural materials to make living comfy. So she put all those swimming lessons she whined about as a child to good use. She went snorkeling. She managed to find two gems in the water which she promptly began to turn into something usable. Next she found two shells and a toy Loch Ness. At least she'd have something cuddle with.

 

Realizing she didn't know how to cook, she quickly came to realization that fishing might be useless at this point, but she tried it anyway. Not catching a thing, Greta still felt as though she learned something that would help her anyway.

 

Inside she managed to find a small box of cereal that somehow survived the trek intact. So a cold meal of cereal later and she was feeling down about her first day surviving by herself. Looking into a small scrap of glass she had salvaged, she gave herself a pep-talk for tomorrow. Getting into her still slightly soggy sleeping bag, she slowly drifted of to sleep dreaming of living in her small box like apartment in Bridgeport.

 



A Word From the Writer

 

 

This is my very first challenge. It also happens to be my very first blog. So, I hope you'll have some patience with it (and me.) I guess I should start this off by telling you, I've played this game, and all the previous ones for years. I'm just socially awkward when it comes to chatrooms and player boards.

 

I started this blog and challenge, at the recommendation of a good friend BMIT04. Like I said before, I'm not really one for these types of things, but I have to admit it is fun. Let's get down to basics.

 

 

1. You're stranded on a deserted island
2. You can talk to no one that shows up
3. You have to survive 5 generations on this little island
4. You can vacation 3 times (twice to the same area,) or go to uni twice to find a mate.
5. No travelling to the future
6. No one can leave except for rule 4, unless they die
7. All traits must be randomized after first couple (that's going to be a lot of fun!)

So, I think I'm sticking pretty close to those (let me know if I stray off the path.) I should say that anyone who's played these games before knows you need a lot of imagination to make a blog about a challenge like this work. Otherwise it's going to put you to sleep fairly quickly. I've been told I have a great imagination, it's just twisted. So, I hope you'll come along for the ride, but take things with a small grain of salt as well (there will be some holes in the story, just try not to think to hard about them. Sometimes you need to take a leap of faith for a story.)

 

There will be no pictures associated with my blog. It's not that I think it wouldn't be a good idea, but there's 3 main reasons why this will be happening.

 

1. I'd rather leave it up to your imagination what you see when you read. It's like reading a really good novel, and having it turn into a movie. You're watching it and you're like why did they pick them for the role? That's not what I had in my head.
2. I really suck at capturing pictures in game. (I'm working on it though.)
3. I wouldn't know how to add them to save the human race. Sorry guys...

 

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it, and let me know what you think.