001 Rainy Night on a Deserted Island

The fine, soft, golden sand was stinging the wounds on the feet with every foot. The bright, warm sun felt like it had lit up the back.

Ethan Brooks rushes ludicrously to the shade of the tree, forces the nausea and dizziness to fall to the ground, breaks up his foot, and looked at it, the epidermis has been blistered white and wrinkled, rubbed off three chunks of flesh, although no blood flows out, but it still hurts like a son of a bitch.

"Puhahahahahahaha."

Ethan Brooks bursts out laughing, not in self-deprecation, but in heartfelt gratitude to God. He should have died himself!

At the time of the plane crash, the seat he was in was part of the fuselage that exploded first, but he happened to leave his seat at that time to try to go to the bathroom, and if not, he would have been killed directly on the plane. He had fainted when the wreckage of the airplane fell into the sea, and it was a blessing from God and Buddha that he was able to wake up on the beach. Ethan Brooks saw the rough outline of this land mass far up in the air before the plane even disintegrated. It appeared to be an island.

A lonely island in a blue sea.

Behind him is a tropical jungle where temperatures reach 30 degrees and Ethan Brooks is starting to get weak from the constant sweating and won't last much longer if he can't find water to drink.

The crash happened in the early hours of the morning, and it's now been more than eight hours, and help has yet to arrive. Ethan Brooks is getting scared.

He's not Bell, there's no camera crew here, and he's watched wilderness survival

programs that add up to no more than 10 hours, have no standard Swiss Army knife, no lighter, no antibiotics, don't recognize poisonous insects and herbs, don't know what can be eaten and what can be used, and don't know how many days he'll be able to live on his own if the rescue is too slow.

But it's in those 10 hours of limited knowledge that Ethan Brooks remembers the saying that after dark, shelter is far more important than food and water.

Rubbing his stomach, which continued to growl, and his parched throat, Ethan Brooks had to put that advice aside and settle his stomach first; after all, it was still at least five hours before dark.

"Whew."

Ethan Brooks, readying himself, tore off his sleeve and wrapped it tightly

around the wound on his foot to avoid further frequent rubbing by the sand, and rose to look around.

As soon as he stood up, there was a wave of dizziness and a burning pain in his back that almost made Ethan Brooks sit back down again, but there was absolutely no resting now. Need water for yourself!

Coconut!

Even those with no survival experience know that coconuts are the best option when there is no fresh water. But there were no coconut trees within sight at all, and no high ground suitable for gaining a view.

So Ethan Brooks can only continue along the beach in the shelter of the shade. To escape the sun, one has to go to the edge of the jungle.

The crumbling branches and leaves underfoot forced Ethan Brooks to be careful with every footfall, and the leaves around him became sharp enough to make a red mark if he wasn't careful. There was quite a bit of moisture on these branches and leaves, and it was cool to the touch, instinct told Ethan Brooks that this water could be collected, but for a moment he couldn't think of a way to collect it himself.

Can't lick every leaf, What if I lick a poisonous one?

After a short while, Ethan Brooks was soaking wet, which was good news, as it was hard to get wet clothes to stick to the body in the heat, but it helped to cool down somewhat

Maybe the dehydration is making the brain showy. Ethan Brooks, an afterthought, wore the line for an hour before suddenly freezing.

“Shit! I was wondering how to collect the water, and my clothes are already soaked, so isn't this the end of the collection?”

But Ethan Brooks couldn't be bothered to take off his clothes and drink water at this point, and after turning through a dense forest, Ethan Brooks couldn't help but crouch down and laugh.

Good news! Other side was a huge rock wall, which was uneven, and although there were no caves, it was an excellent shelter from the wind, and crucially there was a small coconut grove in the northeast, which served as an excess to the depths of the dense forest. And the ground at that rock wall is so much higher than the sea that Ethan Brooks reckons it shouldn't be a problem even at high tide.

With this coconut grove, he can at least survive until the rescue team arrives! Excitedly running into the coconut grove, Ethan Brooks realized another problem. Coconuts on the ground, smashed open two of their own, are spoiled milky white coconut juice, sour and bitter, not at all drinkable, and can only pick the fresh ones on the tree.

But the shortest of the fresh coconuts is at least four or five meters off the ground, and he has to climb up there himself. With motivation and some sudden strength, Ethan Brooks climbed the coconut tree on his hands and knees. The coconuts grew so strong that they had to be twisted hard a few times before they fell.

Ethan Brooks screwed a dozen in a row. Happy!

But when Ethan Brooks looked down the tree to see the results of his battle, he nearly died of shock, but then came the outrage. "Hey! HEY! Drop it!"

There was a human being under the tree who was picking up his coconuts, and when he shouted so, that one didn't look up, and ran in a panic towards the dense forest on the north side with three coconuts in his arms, and he didn't even get a good look at his stature or looks when he looked down from above.

"SHIT!" Ethan Brooks wanted to jump straight down, but since jumping this high would be the end of him, he could only climb down quickly, and the rough coconut bark, scratched his arms and his forearms quickly became red and swollen."Hiss."

Ethan Brooks still had a dozen coconuts of his own and he'd only stolen three. Must have been a survivor of the plane as well. After checking the dense forest around him and realizing that that one had run far away and was probably not coming back, Ethan Brooks then encouraged to pound his own coconuts.]

He picked up a sharp stone and put it on the ground, hit it with the bottom of the coconut, the clear coconut juice flowed out, Ethan Brooks picked it up and brought it to his mouth, it was refreshingly sweet, and it was the best taste on earth.

But there's not much juice in a coconut, so Ethan Brooks drank three of them, scooped up some of the pulp ate some of it, and got a little something in his stomach. Coconut is something he only knows that drinking too much of may cause diarrhea, but the upper limit is a few don't know, so he can only try to drink as little as possible.

With the sun dipping in the west and darkness probably only three or four hours away, it was time to build a shelter. But here's the thing.

What's a shelter?

Ethan Brooks scratches his head and regrets that he hasn't watched more episodes of Wilderness Survival! But it's all in the mind of the beholder.

Shelter, isn't that what it's all about, shelter from the wind and rain?

One's shelter must depend on that rock wall, which itself is considered a shelter from the wind, and to keep out the rain, it must be built on a sloping surface for easy drainage.

Ethan Brooks had a quick idea in his head of a herringbone-shaped nest with his back against a rock wall. The project was not a big one.

There are plenty of branches right at the edge of the dense forest, need to find two pillars, a beam, and four bones, right, and finally lay coconut leaves on top of it, and use the bark as a rope to fix it, wouldn't that be a great success?

The gap between imagination and practice in this matter is not that wide.

After working for over two hours, it was dark and Ethan Brooks' nook was finished.

The height of the post limits the height of the nest, but the sides are still wide

enough to be spacious once inside. Ethan Brooks used bark gouged from shells to make the rope, which was also very strong once secured, and covered with two thick layers of of coconut leaves, keeping the rain out should not be a big problem. It's just that the first time he did it, the whole thing didn't look too pretty is all.

As soon as it gets dark, Ethan Brooks quickly learns the true meaning of the phrase, "Shelter is more important than water and food after dark." The most important meaning of shelter is the feeling of security. This small space brings Ethan Brooks a sense of security that he has never felt before, and the fear of the darkness of a deserted island is greatly diminished; a good night's sleep is vital to the physical and mental impact of the next day.

That's probably the key to why shelters are important. Before darkness fell, Ethan Brooks climbed up the coconut tree, picked a dozen coconuts, and stacked them in front of the nest before he got into his own nest, cuddled up with the coconuts, and prepared to endure his first night on a deserted island.

Thankfully, the wind and waves roar for a moment, a natural white noise that not only has a hypnotic effect but also masks those jungle sounds, otherwise, a coconut falling on a quiet night could scare a person to sleep all night.

But even so, Ethan Brooks couldn't sleep.

As soon as he closes his eyes, explosions, cries, screams, and that desperate feeling of falling in mid-air come flooding in, and after closing his eyes for more than five seconds, Ethan Brooks has the illusion that he's up in the air with nothing to fall back on. Of course, in addition to this horrible memory, Ethan Brooks was more worried about being rescued. In theory, if the crash site could be identified, one should have heard the roar of the rescue helicopters long ago, but it has been more than 14 hours since the crash, and the rescue has not yet arrived, which means that the rescue has not yet pinpointed the location of the crash.

If that's the case, then it's going to take weeks, if not months, to get rescued. And even in the end.

How would one die? Thirst? Starve? Sick? Bitten by a wild animal?

It could all happen in a very short period, even tonight, or even the next second! And the survivor who stole the coconut this afternoon, since he stole it and not robbed it, it means he's afraid of himself and shouldn't be so afraid that he'll actively sneak up on him, but it's still a threat after he falls asleep. At any moment the night was getting deeper and the jungle was getting quieter.

Ethan Brooks feels like there's a string in his head that's popped so tight it could snap at any moment. Even while Ethan Brooks was half asleep, he vaguely heard footsteps rustling on the beach. This scared Ethan Brooks so much that he kept his ears open for a whole hour until finally his eyelids got heavy and he drifted off to sleep.

Boom! Wow!

After the rolling muffled thunder, the rain poured down in an unusually abrupt manner. As the rain continued to splash Ethan Brooks's face and drip from several parts of his body, Ethan Brooks realized with a start that the rain was coming down on him.

"Wake up! One should rush to find containers to collect rainwater."

Jerking over, Ethan Brooks nearly lost his soul. Right in front of the doorway to his den stood a woman, cloaked.