Noah awoke to the sound of waves crashing against rocks. He rolled over, meaning to pull the sheets back over him- and felt his hand plunge into freezing cold water.
A seconds later, a fully pissed off Noah was now standing up, gazing at his surroundings. He was on a small island, made mostly up of jet black rocks, and large piles of wooden debris. Upon a closer inspection, they appeared to have once been rafts. Puddles covered the porous surface of the rocks, with a small pool of water in the center of the small island.
The pool's surface rippled. A small fish darted through the water, causing Noah's stomach to grumble. He walked over to the trash pile, looking for anything useful.
“Maby I could cobble a raft together with the parts.” Noah thought, scratching a scab on his shoulder.
“Maby if this chapter gets 3 crying emojis, something will happen.” Noah thought, wondering where the idea could have come from.
“Maby I shouldn't have such an emo username.” Noah thought, getting annoyed at how repetitive this chapter was.
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