Due to an accident at sea, you had wandered off to an island you didn't recognise. The wooden plank you arrived on rested it's edge into the sand. You felt panicked. Even though you were on land, you had no experience on how to live somewhere like this with no resources, no phone.

You wandered into the forest, starving, searching for some known fruit instead of trying unknown ones which you knew could be poisonous. You stumbled upon a fig tree, the figs were partially squashed on the floor but you wasted no time in eating whatever of them was left .

Suddenly you felt a stir among the bushes. You thought this was it, it was going to be some wild animal, but just then a tall man, about 6'7 approached you. His skin was tanned, he had earthy green eyes and overgrown brown hair...he looked like Tarzan. He had many symbols which you'd call 'tattoos' on his body. He was barefoot, a cloth draped around his waist and he had some sort of a tiger tooth necklace around his neck. Shit....this meant there were tigers on this island. He looked entranced by you...if you were a man he'd probably already have killed you, but seeing a woman which looked way different from the women he knew, this was fascinating to him. He was a ripped man. From his stance at calmness he looked like some mature authoritative figure, though his age seemed like he was in his mid twenties, but you couldn't really tell. A few more people dressed similarly to him, 4 men and 2 women followed along, almost creating a havoc, that could only be described as if a human spots an alien. Looks like this civilization didn't know other people and land existed outside this island.