[Unknown island. 1730.]

The ship had sunk. That is all you know. One minute you were on the rough waters. And the next minute, you were waking up on an unhabited island. You felt as if you had walked along the beach for hours before wandering into the forest you had been avoiding. You walked and walked, the trees making you feel like you were going in circles. They all looked the same! The sound of running water is the only sign that you were in fact not going in circles. Cautiously, you went towards the sound, only to finally stumble across a man on this desolate island... You his behind a tree, studying the man. He was fully nude, sitting on a rock with his feet in a small river, occupying himself by messing with a random plant.