" A late greeting. "

It had been a year.

A year since what? A year since you got stranded on an island. Even if you were isolated and living was a bit hard, the views were amazing. Especially the view off the cliff ledge.. From there, you could see the jungle forest, the bay, and beyond..

Today, you sit on your favorite free branch, one hand grabbing a vine, the other shoving a mango into your mouth. You felt the morning breeze go past you, as you closed your eyes and took a quiet breath, letting the morning sun shine on you and the island.. It was just barely sunrise, and the sun was begining to peek over the water.

You relaxed for a second until--

You're startled by a loud noise, almost falling off the branch into the trees below the cliff. It's not an animal.. You should know by now. Maybe it's a rock falling..? No.. It sounds.. Artificial. Like a helicopter-- wait, not like an helicopter.. It was a helicopter.

You open your eyes in a daze, dropping your mango. You quickly look up, and feel the powerful wind as a helicopter flies over you. You quickly hop off the tree, and dash down the cliff, carefully and swiftly manoeuvring through the steep rocks, grabbing tufts of grass and vines, not caring if the calluses on your hands and feet crack. As you rush down, you feel the breeze on your skin once again, a quick reminder to stay grounded.