Chapter 5 Chapter 5 I'm All I Have

He opened his eyes suddenly, and when he pushed them open, he knew that he needed something urgently, immediately, immediately! He was thirsty, thirsty as hell.Mouth is dry, astringent and sticky.His lips were split and seemed to be bleeding, and he thought he would die of dehydration if he didn't drink quickly!He has to drink a lot of water, the more the better. He knew he was thirsty, and he felt the sun scorching his face.It was noon, the sun was shining, and when he was asleep, the sun scorched him, making his face burn with pain, blisters, and peeling.Hey, what are you thinking about, it doesn't help at all, I'm getting more thirsty.At this time, his body still hurt and was still very stiff, so he had to stand up slowly while leaning on the tree, looking down at the lake.

There is water everywhere here, but he doesn't know if he can drink it. No one has ever told him whether the lake water is drinkable or not, which reminds him of the pilot again. In the plane sinking into the blue bottom of the lake, the sunken body... Damn it, he cried to himself.However, the lake in front of him was blue and wet, and his mouth and throat were already dry enough to smoke, so he really didn't know where there was drinking water.Besides, when he swam out of the plane and climbed ashore, he would have swallowed a lot of lake water.The hero in the movie can always find clear spring water, pure and sweet.But in the movie they don't have a plane crash, no swollen forehead and aching body, and burning thirst that tortures the hero so that he can't think.

Brian took small steps down the shore to the water's edge.Weeds overgrown the shore, making the lake look muddy, and there were small creatures swimming in the water, like little bedbugs.Fortunately, there was a log stretching out to the center of the lake on the shore, about twenty feet, probably pushed down by a beaver before, and some dry branches still stood up on the log, like a handrail.He stood on the log, holding on to a branch to keep his balance, and staggered through the weeds and muddy water. After walking out of this section, the lake water is much clearer, and there are no swimming bugs here!He crouched on a log to drink water.Take a sip first, he thought, since he is worried that the lake water is not clean, then I will just take a sip.

However, when he picked up a handful of water and put it in his mouth, the cool lake water moistened his chapped lips and touched the tip of his tongue. The taste was so beautiful that he couldn't bear it anymore.He has never experienced such thirst before, even on a long bicycle ride in the hot summer.As if water was not just water, but the whole of life, he couldn't wait any longer.He bent down, plunged his head into the water, drank and drank, gulped the lake water deeply and gulpfully.It wasn't until his stomach was full, until his belly was swollen that he almost fell off the log and into the water, before he got up and staggered back to the shore.

As soon as he landed on the shore, he felt nauseous, opened his mouth in a "wow" and spit out a lot of lake water.However, his thirst has passed, and his headache has also eased a lot, but the sunburn on his face still hurts relentlessly. "Well," he said aloud, almost jumping up at the word.It sounded weird.He cleared his throat again and said, "So, then, then here I am." That's it, he thought.For the first time since the plane crash, he regained his sanity, opened his head, and began to think. Here I fell—but where is this? where am i He walked back along the bank to the big, branchless tree and sat down with his back against the rough bark.Now, the weather is very hot, but fortunately the sun has turned to the back, so it is relatively comfortable to be able to sit in the shade.Wait, there are too many clues, and many things have to be sorted out.

I'm here, but I don't know where it is.With the development of his thoughts, all kinds of thoughts rushed out suddenly, and all the things came to him, complicated and complicated, and he couldn't help it.The whole incident turned into a mess that made no sense.He suppressed the panic in his heart and tried to sort things out one by one. He was flying north to spend two or three months of summer with his dad; the pilot had a heart attack and died; the plane went down in some jungle in northern Canada; and the damn thing was, he didn't know it. How far did they fly, where did they fly, where did they land...

Slow down, he whispered, slow down. My name is Brian Robertson, I'm thirteen years old, and I'm alone in the jungles of northern Canada. Good, he thought, simple and clear. I was about to fly to see my dad, but the plane fell and sank into the lake. That's it, on to the short reflections. I don't know where I am. That's not too bad, but what's more, they don't know where I am - they mean anyone who wants to find me, those search and rescue personnel. They searched for him, they searched for the plane.His father and mother will definitely go crazy when they know that something happened to him.Even if they searched the whole world, they would still find him!Brian had seen the search for survivors of the missing plane on the TV news and in the movies.When a plane crashes, they organize a rescue immediately and almost always find the plane within a day or two.Because the pilots will make a flight plan in advance, explaining in detail when to take off, where to fly, and the flight route.So they will come!They will find him!Rescuers would fly government planes and cover all routes planned by the pilots until they finally found him.

Maybe today!They may come today!Today is the second day after the accident.No, Brian frowned.Is today the first day or the second?The plane had come down in the afternoon, and he had slept rough in the cold night.In this way, this is the real first day.Still, it's possible they could come today.Once they found that Brian's plane did not arrive on time, they would immediately launch a search and rescue. aha!They could come today! Maybe an amphibious plane, a little jungler with a lifeboat, just enough to land in the lake, take him away, take him home. Wait a minute, which home to go to?Dad's house or mother's house?Thoughts stopped.Hi, it doesn't matter.It doesn't matter if it's my father's house or my mother's house, whichever house will do.As long as he can come home late tonight or tomorrow morning, sit down and eat a good meal, a juicy cheeseburger, double French fries with ketchup, and a thick glass Chocolate milkshake.

Ouch, thinking of this, my stomach growled. Brian rubbed his stomach. Hunger always came to harass him, but he was temporarily suppressed by the fear and pain that were more terrible than hunger.But now, since he thought of the hamburger, there was a loud rumble in his empty stomach, protesting to him.The hunger was so strong that even he couldn't believe it. He had never felt it so clearly before.The water of the lake had filled his stomach but could not fill it, and now it needed food, craving it violently. But here, he thought, there must be nothing to eat. nothing. Wait, think again.What do people in the movies do when they are in a similar situation?Oh, yes, the hero usually finds some kind of plant that he thinks is edible, and of course, the plant tastes good, and fills his stomach with it.Otherwise, a small animal was caught in a cool trap, and then cooked skillfully on a small fire, and it didn't take long to have a hearty barbecue meal.

Brian looked around, and the problem was that all he saw was grass and shrubs.These were obviously inedible, and he saw nothing he could catch to roast, except a great many birds and beavers.Hey, even if I catch it by luck, I don't even have matches, so I can't make a fire... Nothing at all. Thinking about it is still the same sentence.His hands were empty, and there was nothing there. No, almost nothing. "Actually," he thought, "I don't know what I have or what I'm missing. Maybe I should try to figure out what I have right now so that I have something to do and stop thinking about food and wait. Let them find me."

At this time, Brian remembered that there was an English teacher in the past. That guy was Bobbich. He always said that people should be positive, think positively, and strive for the initiative in everything.Here's what Burbick said: Be positive and strive for the initiative.At this moment, Brian thought of him, but was eager to know how to be positive and how to gain the initiative under such circumstances. "All Burbick would tell me was: I gotta get active." He always taught the little ones to take the initiative. Brian changed his sitting position and sat with his knees bent.He reached into his pocket, took out everything, and placed them one by one on the grass in front of him. Poor enough: a quarter, three dimes, a nickel, two dimes; a nail clipper; and a wallet with a twenty-dollar bill— "Use it to buy food in case you get stuck at some small town's airport," his mother had told him once, along with a few scraps of paper. Also, on his belt was the handaxe his mother had given him.How to forget it all?He reached out and pulled out the hatchet, laying it on the grass.The edge of the blade was a little rusty, and he rubbed it off awkwardly with his thumb. That's all. He frowned, lost in thought.Hold on, wait.If you plan to play this game, play by the rules of the game.Burpick had told him to put aside distractions and take the initiative.Be considerate, Robertson. He also had a pair of tennis shoes, unbroken and almost dry by now, socks, jeans, underwear, a thin belt, a T-shirt, and a windbreaker hanging in pieces. And a watch.His electronic watch was still on his wrist, but unfortunately it was broken at the moment of the crash, and the small screen was blank.He took off the watch, intending to throw it away, but stopped when he tried to throw it away, and put the watch on the grass, among other things. Well, that's all. Wait, wait, there's one more thing.These are all his possessions in front of him, but he hasn't counted them yet.Burbick used to hammer them home this truth: "You are your most valuable asset. Don't forget that." Brian looked around again. I wish you were here, Bobbike.I'm hungry, and I'd give everything for a hamburger. "I'm hungry." He called out.At first it was in a normal tone, then it grew louder, and finally it became a cry: "I'm hungry! I'm hungry! I'm hungry!" As soon as it stopped, there was a sudden silence all around.Not only him, but even the original accompaniment of insects chirping and birdsong in the forest came to an abrupt end.His sudden cry frightened all the creatures in the forest, and everyone fell silent.He looked around, listened with his mouth open, and felt that there had never been such silence in his life, absolute silence.There used to be some noise and some movement here. Although the silence lasted only a few seconds, the feeling was so strong that it seemed to be a part of him.Nothing happened.There is no sound.Immediately, the birds began to sing again, the bugs began to buzz again, and then chirps and crows followed one after another, and soon, the noise returned here. Left him alone, still hungry. Of course, if they come tonight, or later, if they come tomorrow, it won't be a big deal to be hungry .People can go days without food as long as they have water to drink, so even if they come later tomorrow, I can get by, just drop some meat, just a hamburger, a milkshake, and a fries French fries can make up for all the losses. An imaginary hamburger, as it was depicted in the TV commercial, popped into his mind: beautiful colors, delicious layers of juicy meat, steaming... He shook his head and hurriedly chased away the illusion, thinking, even if they can't find me tomorrow, it doesn't matter, I have enough water, although I can't be sure whether the water is clean or not. He sat down again, with his back against the big tree.One thing was always bothering him.He wasn't sure exactly what it was that was making him fidget: something about the plane and the pilot that had the potential to change everything... Ahhh, remember - the moment the pilot had a heart attack, his right foot slammed on the rudder and the plane veered sideways.what does this mean?Why does this little detail keep flashing through his mind, pushing him, pulling him, getting his attention? A voice in your head said: This means they may not find you today or even tomorrow.The pilot pushed the rudder, and the plane swerved, setting a new course.Brian couldn't remember how much the plane turned, but it wasn't supposed to turn much, but after the pilot died, Brian flew the new route for hours. It has long been far away from the pilot's established route.He flew for hours at 160 mph.Even if it is a small deviation, at this speed and time, Brian may have deviated from the planned route by hundreds of kilometers. At first, they may focus their search along the flight's established routes.Then, maybe they'll go a little bit out.But he may have been off course by three or four hundred kilometers!He neither knew nor could estimate how far he had erred, since he had no idea of ​​the original course, nor how much he had veered off course. It must have been off by a lot—that was all he could remember.With a sharp jerk sideways, the plane swerved, slamming his head out of the way too. They may not find him for two or three days.He felt his heart beating faster and suddenly frightened.In fact, the fear has always been there, but he temporarily suppressed this thought, but it was like a nightmare, lingering, until now it broke out completely. They may not find him for a long time. Another bad feeling ensued, that they might never find him, and he was terrified at the thought.No, absolutely impossible, he tried to suppress the thought, trying to stay calm.He kept saying to himself that if there was a crash, they would do everything in their power to search, they would send a lot of pilots, and the planes, and they would go to the side to search and rescue, and they would know that he was off course, that he had been in contact with the ground The people at the command center are on the phone, aren't they?They always have a way of figuring it out. everything will be fine. They will find him soon.Maybe we can't wait until tomorrow, but soon, soon, soon! Thoughts are like oil being stirred, gradually settling down, and the panic disappears.Even if they don't come for two days, no, let's say three days, or even four days, he can survive.He has to get through it.He tried not to think that they might be dragging on longer.But four days!He must do something!For four days, he couldn't just sit under the tree in such a foolish way, staring at the lake in a daze. And night.He was deep in the jungle, and he didn't even have a match, let alone a fire.There will be scary beasts in the jungle.There might be wolves, and bears, and other beasts.In the dark night, sitting under a tree is equivalent to being exposed to the light. Thinking of this, he looked around subconsciously, and suddenly felt his hair stand on end and his back feel cold.There might be something already eyeing him right now, biding its time - waiting for nightfall to pounce on him and eat him! He fingered the handaxe at his side, the only weapon he had, but he hoped it would work; he had to have a shelter from the wind and rain; oh, more than that, he had to find something to eat . He struggled to his feet and pulled the T-shirt off abruptly.Before the mosquitoes bit him, he had to do something to save himself. He thought of Bobbick, and thought to himself: I must take the initiative.Right now, I am all I have.I must act!