The Kingdom of Moony

My island – I named it “The Kingdom of Moony” has only one human habitant. I’ve been living on it since the summer of 1998.

I was on a cruise with my family, but sadly, we suffered a shipwreck. I don’t really remember what happened. All I know is that I was on a cruise with my beloved ones, when a huge storm came, and everybody started screaming “The Bermuda Triangle!”. Everywhere I turned, I saw scared faces and I didn’t really understand. Aren’t there any reasonable people on this ship? – I thought. I’m not a superstitious person, so I didn’t really believe all that nonsense I’d heard about the Bermuda Triangle, and frankly, I was amazed at all those grown-ups screaming around and acting like children.
I started worrying when the captain’s right-hand man came to the room we were in, looking like he’d just seen a ghost. He kept on nodding, and telling us there’s nothing to worry about, but in his left hand he was holding a compass in which the pointer kept on turning and turning around. I don’t know much of Geography, or Physics, but there’s one thing even I’m aware of: the compass always points in the North-South direction. I started yelling at the poor man, asking for an explanation. All he could say was: “Don’t know ma’am… Don’t know… Captain said.. nothing to worry. Keep calm. We should trust him, he knows”. And then, he ran away.

That man’s running figure is the last thing I remember about the ship, and my last memory of a human being. I had no idea how many hours had passed when I woke up on the shore of some dry land. I was thirsty, and my body was aching because of the sunburn I’d gotten. I saw a tree close to me, so I crawled there and got some rest – for an other couple of hours, I guess. When I woke up again, it was dusk. I felt a little better, being in the shadow of the tree, but still – I was hungry, and my body was aching all over. I can’t possibly describe how I’d felt those days. I was exhausted, hungry, lonely and incred