Deserted Island Essay
...I had no idea what they were. Looking back, I am amazed at the great assortment of items I found in my room. I suppose I was fortunate that I had spent 4 years as a boy scout because otherwise I wouldn’t have had any idea of what I should take. When I reached my room, my mind began racing through an inventory of items while my hands were snatching things left and right; a hatchet and saw to chop sticks for a shelter and firewood, matches for starting fires, a roll of plastic to catch rainwater and waterproof the shelter, fishing line and hooks, wire and string, and especially duct tape because it has countless uses. At first, I was apprehensive because I couldn’t pack a food supply; I needed every inch of space for tools. At length I determined that I could live off the land and catch my food. I nearly forgot to pack a medical first aid kit which could have been very bad. I threw in a change of clothes, some rain gear, and some very durable boots. I thoughtfully tossed in my cellular phone in case Gimpy or I had an emergency which required a flight to a hospital. Then, thinking of Gimpy, I realized that I had no idea what the man liked to do. I’m not sure why, but I had a feeling that he would like to shoot things so I hurriedly packed two paint ball guns and a case of paint balls. Then I raced to our private library. My father had made a point of telling me I should take three books with me. At first I thought, “why?’. But after a quick contemplation I began to see the wisdom of his advice. I only had a few minutes to decide what to take. I knew I would never go anywhere for a month without my Bible, so I grabbed it and put it in the suitcase. My favorite book is Robinson Crusoe and I thought this would be a good choice because I could sort of compare Robinson’s situation to mine. My third choice was much harder. But then it hit me. I quickly searched through our family library and found exactly what I would need. Since I had decided not to waste valuable space packing food, I decided to take a survival guide with a special section on how to find and prepare food in the wilderness. I only hoped that I had made wise choices. When I had finished packing, the weight of the suitcase nearly shocked me. It was our largest suitcase and it was extremely heavy, but the lid was closed and zipped and I was on my way. One can’t really appreciate my situation without a thorough description of Gimpy’s appearance. When I had first laid eyes on him I actually felt rooted to the floor. The entire left side of the man’s head and his left arm were covered in ghastly tattoos. Silver piercings were sticking through his lower lip, his tongue, the left side of his nose and, yes, even one in his eye brow. He had a big, bright, blue earring in one ear. Gimpy’s bald head was shiny because he shaved it every day. This, along with his evil looking, arrow shaped goatee and his big, baggy, camouflage clothes made him one of the most frightening people I’d ever seen. Of course, I had seen scary looking people before but I wasn’t expected to spend a month on a deserted island with them. I really had no idea if he was as mean as he looked. The entire time my father had been telling me of this test, Gimpy had said nothing. His face was void of emotion or expression whenever I looked at him. I already had my mind made up, which in hindsight, was the problem and the reason for the test. But I didn’t know that at the time. Looking back I realized that neither the things ...