Date: 2019-08-16 03:29 am (UTC)
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Sherlock shook his head. "No. It isn't home." He said, sadly. He knew it was a long shot, that he would actually be able to see his home again, but he had sewn just a little seed of hope.

And now it was gone.

He was going to stuck on this island until something killed him, either an animal, or eating or drinking something poisionous, or hurting himself doing something while hunting and gathering.

Sherock sighed. He resigned himself to the fact and put on a brave face. There was a stream that flowed into the ocean. It was small, but it would be hopefully fresh water, and not brackish. There were large palms, which meant coconuts, if he could figure out how to obtain them.

The jungle was thick and dense, so there might be animals in it (he had to explore to make sure there were no predators around). And of course there were fish, if he could figure a way to make a spear or net.

Maybe, just maybe there would be enough to survive for a short time.

"I;m not sure about food and water yet, but it looks promising." Was all he could offer to the fishman.
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