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Fred

He looked around his spacecraft as it reentered the atmosphere, seeing flames erupting from the nose of the craft. Soon he would be at his home airfield, telling his fellow friends about his journey. Suddenly, a projectile pierced the left wing of the craft, ripping it off and inducing a spin, which was the last thing he renembered after he blacked out.

Fred rubbed his head, feeling relived he wasn't hurt after the crash. It was currently morning, so he hoped that if any natives were hostile, the morning sun would have shadowed his spacecraftcraft's ungraceful descent. He looked around and saw many deer like creatures on his small island. He saw many islands around him, he had no idea where the archipelago at which he landed was though. He scavenged for items from the remainders of his craft, which, totalled out to be not very much. All that survived was his crew capsule, so he rated himself very lucky to have survived. He found his radio, a knapsack in the emergency tools which was a TARDIS, and a survival booklet. He then quickly buried the skeleton of a cockpit which used to be his spacecraft, knowing it would attract unfriendly attention in the center of the island, making a small mound. After playing with his radio, figuring out that there were many locals around, he glanced up to look at his watch, which read 11:32. He started to claw at the many berries around, to satisfy his hunger. He scooped up water from one of the many springs around his island and drinking it. As he drank he spilled and wasted lots of water. His first task, according to the guide book anyway, was to fashion a way to carry water, a way to travel around on water, and a way to start fires. Fred chose to create a bucket and firemaking bow, as there weren't many rocks on the island to make rocks to smash, and the "canteen" in the booklet looked barely big enough to hold an ANT. He tugged at a few small bushes and loose shrubs, and easilly made his tools. Looking back upon his book, he noticed he forgot to make a raft to travel around on the water. He decided that it wasn't a very urgent need, and the intense sun was causing his body to sweat heavilly, and decided to sleep under the shade of a tree, knowing it was 12:01 and it would soon start to cool down.

Perhaps its time for a human encounter, hint hint