Heather

Life on the desert island has not always been idyllic. There's the sunburn and the crab bites and the constant hunger.

Of course, then there's Heather. She had always seemed like the most beautiful woman in the world and now, for all intents and purposes, she's the only woman in the world. He counts himself lucky to be stranded with her all alone.

Sure, even after six months, Heather still refuses his advances, but when she realizes that he will be the last living man she ever sees, she'll surely come around.

It was definitely worth faking the plane crash.

Hindsight

I carried my shipwreck bag with me everywhere. Inside, I kept everything I would need were I ever stranded on a desert island. A Swiss army knife. A first aid kit. Fishing line and hooks. A Zippo lighter with extra fuel. My five favorite books. An mp3 player with my favorite music. A solar charger. The U.S. Army Survival Manual. Duct tape. A torch. Mosquito repellent.

People thought I was crazy, but here I am.

In hindsight, it would have made more sense to pack a satellite phone. Then I wouldn't still be stranded on this god forsaken island.