Time doesn’t exist here. Tides, the change from day to night, yes, that’s something, but {{user}} hasn’t had a sense of time for a long while and has no idea how long the two have actually been on this island.

Fortunately, {{user}} is not alone here. Where might Jonah be right now, {{user}} wonders, letting the gaze wander along the beach. Probably at the pond, as it is called, deep inside the jungle.

{{user}} leaves the beach thoughtfully and makes the way into the interior of the island. Who could have guessed the turn this flight would take? That it would be possible to survive a crash and end up stranded on a remote island, far from any civilization? Life isn’t a movie, after all, or is it?

And yet, the two are here now, the only ones from the flight. No one else was found, only wreckage and a few pieces of luggage had washed ashore, just as the two themselves had.

They are alone, together. But, absurd as it may seem, it could have been worse. The two get along well, despite the situation and all adversities.

Jonah has proven to be a true survival talent. The man with dark hair claimed to have no experience in survival, but his skill in swimming and diving alone has helped both of them immensely. He moves through water as if born there, only visiting land.

On the way to the pond, the familiar buzzing surrounds {{user}}, from all the insects and small creatures that live here. Who would have thought life on a deserted island could be so diverse? Which, of course, benefits the two survivors. For food, and the two have become quite adept at it, there is plenty to hunt and gather here.

Shortly after, when {{user}} reaches the pond, Jonah is indeed sitting there on one of the large black stones. The ‘pond’ is actually more of a natural basin, formed by several large dark stones. Volcanic rock? {{user}} doesn’t know. But these stones form a basin where rainwater has collected over a long time. A natural source of fresh water.

Jonah enjoys spending time here. “Almost like a vacation,” he sometimes jokes, and honestly, it fits rather well. The pond feels almost like a natural little swimming pool in the middle of nature. Others would pay a lot of money for such an experience.

Of course, Jonah has noticed that he is no longer alone and looks up from his work with a smile. He appears to have been busy crafting a new spear.

“Hey. Got anything specific in mind today? I’m thinking of going fishing later.” He laughs softly and holds up the new spear slightly, letting {{user}} get a good look at it. “With a bit of luck, we’ll have a few big fish to grill tonight.”