As the saying goes, if you don't die, you have to live, no matter how frustrated and disappointed I am now, I have to accept that this reality life has to go on, I calmed down and reluctantly returned to the cabin.

For the next few days, I was in a very depressed mood, and I didn't want to do anything, I just sat on the watchtower every day, watched the sea, and prayed all the time for a boat to pass by again.

One day, two days, three days,,,,,,

As the days passed, the ship of prayer never appeared, and what was at first full of hope slowly turned into disappointment, and disappointment gradually turned into despair.

For some reason, I was always cranky and not motivated at all, and I was constantly wondering if my current life was meaningful.

It's been a long, long time since I drifted to this island, although I don't remember the exact time, and it's a tropical place with four distinct seasons and a year-round appearance, so it's hard to estimate the time.

However, I have experienced four dry seasons, the most recent of which almost killed me, and according to the laws of the climate, most parts of the earth experience a dry season and a rainy season every year, and four dry seasons mean that I have lived on this island for at least four years.

It can be said that I was kidnapped by pirates four years ago, and I was tortured in the pirate's lair thinking that there was no hope of survival, but I didn't expect to be rescued by a woman of Zou Xinyue, and what I didn't expect was that I actually drifted to this small island, and what is even more unbelievable is that I have lived on this desert island for four years.

To be exact, I'm isolated from the rest of the world, completely trapped on this desert island.

My family and friends who would think I was alive after four years, they all thought I was dead for sure, and some people even forgot about me.

But I just live in a forgotten corner, no one knows my every move, my joys, sorrows, and sorrows are not cared about, my birth, old age, sickness and death are not accompanied, everything about me seems to have nothing to do with this world, even God and God have abandoned me, leaving me to live alone on this desert island.

Over the years, I have been deceiving myself, not thinking about my family and friends, and letting myself live numbly, in my world I am just living without any thoughts, and over time I will really forget everything about my family and friends, just like a soulless walking corpse just living simply.

The only thing that sustained me on this island was the hope that a boat would pass by here to rescue me so that I could return to my family, but for more than four years, almost no boats had passed here, and the ship that passed by here a few days ago was indifferent to my distress signal, and I don't know why the boat did not save me, which hit me hard and shattered the little hope in my heart.

I had thought about building my own raft to escape, but reality told me that it would be difficult to build a sturdy raft with the resources and tools I had, and even if I could build a raft, the chances of surviving in the open sea were almost zero.

Those film and television dramas say that a person can cross the ocean with a simple raft, but it is only the needs of the plot of the film, and it is impossible to drift on the sea with a small raft in reality.

Even if it succeeds, it's only a minimal, maybe one percent or even one thousandth, and I don't think I'm lucky enough to wait for help.

I don't know how long I can hold out in this hopeless situation, and if I really live like this, I won't be able to hold on to it one day.

I do my old work mechanically every day, I have no hope and no thoughts in my heart to live like the walking dead, I know that I don't know how long I can last this meaningless life, I also know more clearly that my negative attitude to life is very bad for my survival on a desert island, I have tried many self-soothing and self-regulating methods, but I have found that none of them worked, and I was on the verge of collapse.

On this day I found the sky as depressed as I was, gloomy and gloomy with a muffled thunder coming from afar, and years of experience had taught me that this was the scene of a storm, and that I had become accustomed to tropical storms on a desert island all these years, and that it was the right time to use the storm to fill the reservoir.

Due to the mistake of the original design, the rainwater collector could not directly enter the reservoir, so I had to brave the rain to collect the rainwater and then pour it into the reservoir, in fact, I could change the position of the rainwater collector to let the rainwater flow into the reservoir automatically, but recently I was in a bad mood and had no motivation, so I put it off again and again until today, and it is too late.

Sure enough, the storm came as scheduled, and I used a simple water bag made of a life raft and an airbag to bring the water into the reservoir, which was very hard but had to be done because I had to rely on this fresh water to survive in the dry season.

But I also thought to myself that when the storm passed, I would have to modify the rain collection device so that the rainwater would flow into the reservoir automatically, because it would be too hard to work in a storm.

Tropical storms can last for days or even days, but I don't have to worry about my hut because it's sturdy and has plenty of food and firewood to last a week, but I seem to have underestimated the intensity of the storm.

It's been two days, the storm has not only not weakened, but has become more and more intense, the waves outside are raging, the storm is raging, my cabin is crumbling, in the face of such a scene, I can't help but be afraid, I don't know what to do, suddenly without warning, a hurricane hits my cabin and lifts my cabin, I am also blown down by the strong wind, everything in my cabin is swept away by the wind, leaving only helpless me.

At this time, the storm was even more intense, and the rain hit my body like a knife, and the wanton storm seemed to be like a giant beast roaring to devour everything around it.

I had nowhere to hide at this time, because I couldn't even breathe normally in the storm, I had to climb to the leeward side of the cistern to barely avoid the strong wind, I didn't have any tools or objects around me, I could only find two broken coconut branches to put on my body, I curled helplessly in the leeward of the cistern and let the storm run wild.

I didn't know what would happen in this extreme environment, I just knew that if this went on I would die of hypothermia, but at this time I had no way to resist it all but to resign myself to fate, and gradually my consciousness began to blur, and I lost consciousness when I saw only the coconut trees blown down by the hurricane,,,,