((0% I like to rp before putting the character on the paper, it sorts out the mixed ideas, sooo... yeah.))

Ugh.... What happened? Bing wondered, his eyes gaining focus, a blue blur, the feeling of wetness, his brain began fixing itself back up. The blue blur became the sky, the damp sensations became the ocean waves going back and forth at his sandaled feet.

I'm alive? He popped up, I'm alive!

The texture of sand, the sounds of the waves, it was all coming back to him. Bing got up slowly, his limbs are shaky. He shivered, his wet Hawaiian shirt and pair of jeans froze in the breeze. It was an island, a large one at that, the beach seemed to stretch on forever, not a soul in sight, nothing but sand, no beachfront properties, not a soul in sight.

"Great!" Bing yelled, his voice dry and reedy from lack of water, "Out of all the islands I could have landed on, I had be on a deserted one!"

The young man He walked a few steps and spotted his boat, or at least, what was left of his vessel. The speedboat laid in ruins, it's hull was torn literately in half, the only thing that seemed to survive nature's wrath was a small black backpack. Bing ran to it and zipped it open, hoping to find some kind of GPS or some rescue flare or satellite phone or....

There was nothing but a soccer ball, a few pens, and a thick notebook, all of them drenched by the ********, not even a pack of matches. Why the hell did I pack a soccer ball for a boat trip anyway?"

He looked to the forest edging the beach. Well, he was going to need a fire if anything.... With nothing but a bag full of useless crap and the drenched clothes on his back, he began to go into the woods.