I was dead. Or at least I thought I was. How could I have survived a crash of that magnitude? Well, turns out I wasn't dead, and what I thought was heaven, turned out to be a dream. I was sinking, plummeting down to the bottom of the ocean. The only reason I even woke up was because of the lack of oxygen. I panicked and started to swim to the top of the water. When I got broke the surface, I gasped for breath. My lungs felt as if somebody had seared them like a fine steak. As I got my head back on straight and started to realize my current situation, panic began to set in. I was now stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and nobody would know where to find me.
I found a piece of floating debris and pulled myself onto it. C'mon Pete, how'd you get here? I thought. The steering locked and... It was all a blur from there.
As the sun was setting, I stayed sprawled on the piece of wreckage and thought about food and water. My mouth felt as if somebody had filled it with cotton. As I day dreamed about water, I started to feel drowsy. A single thought went through my mind while I drifted to sleep:  This is where I die...
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I woke on a beach. And quite a beach it was! As far as I could see, it snaked off into the horizon. It was littered with wreckage, but otherwise would've been beautiful. One thought went through my mind: Water. I didn't think that my mouth could've felt drier than it did last night, but it did. My head pounded, and I knew that if I didn't get water soon, things would go from bad to worse.
Well, there's not going to be any water on the beach. I thought. I need to get into the jungle and try to find some.
I mustered the strength to try and stand, but a shooting pain shot up my leg. I fell and let out a wail of pain. My left ankle was on fire. Now I had sprained my ankle before, but this pain was worse, much worse. Through agonizing pain, I crawled off the beach and into the jungle, which was no small feat. The distance between the beach and the jungle had to be around 25 yards. I knew I needed to make a splint, but doing that without walking would be difficult.
There was a small area where I spotted reeds growing. Where there's reeds, there's water. I crawled over to them, but to my surprise, there was no water. I recognized the reeds. Bamboo, I thought. Once, I had watched a documentary on bamboo and how it was one of the strongest, most light weight plants on Earth. Well that solves the splint problem. I used my Swiss Army Knife to cut down the bamboo. In case of emergencies, I never went anywhere without it, and well, it sure paid off in this scenario. I fashioned a splint out of a few bamboo stalks and some thin vines from some of the trees. Now I can find water.
I could hobble around now, with a massive amount of pain going up my leg, but it was manageable. The jungle provided shade from the sun, which was glorious. My fare skin was baking like a Christmas ham. As I got deeper into the jungle, it began to grow darker. I knew it couldn't have been dusk yet, for the sun was just rising when I woke up. The jungle canopy grew thicker. The tree branches slithered and intertwined as if they yearned to touch one another. An eerie feeling came over me, but was quickly extinguished by the sound of running water. Overcome by excitement, I ignored the pain and quickly hobbled toward the it. The creek was not large, but it didn't matter. I sank to my knees and plunged my face into the brisk water. It tasted like an old lake, but it was the best tasting water that'd ever been in my mouth.
After about a minute of gulping down water, I vomited into the stream. But, I went back to drinking. I knew that I needed to stay hydrated. I was low on energy and I needed to find food, and quick. As I got up, I heard a rustle behind me. I started to turn around but was struck in the back of the head. I fell into the creek and tried to get my thoughts straight, but the world was spinning. The rushing water was stained a faint red. My vision began to fade away, like somebody was closing the blinds. I saw a shadowy figure come toward me. Then, everything turned black.