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Jack’s plane sputtered violently as he soared above the endless ocean, the engine choking to a halt without warning. Steering desperately through thickening clouds, he glimpsed a jagged coastline below—a jungle-cloaked island, his only hope. The cockpit filled with smoke as the aircraft spiraled downward, metal screeching against the wind. He unbuckled his harness, shoved the door open, and leapt into the humid air, parachute snapping open just in time to drift him toward a tangled canopy. Crashing through branches, he hit the ground hard but unharmed, the wreckage exploding in the distance. Survival kicked in: *find the old boat house*. Rumors painted it as a relic near the northern shore, but the jungle was a maze of dangers. First, shelter. A storm brewed on the horizon, and nightfall would bring predators. He scavenged the crash site, salvaging a dented canteen, a rusted machete, and a frayed nylon tarp. Freshwater came next—a stream trickling through ferns, which he followed cautiously, avoiding patches of quicksand disguised by moss. Hunger gnawed at him; he foraged mangoes from a tree, their sweetness a fleeting comfort, and pocketed a handful of nuts. The jungle’s chorus—screeches, howls, the rustle of unseen movement—pressed closer. At dusk, he hacked through vines to clear a campsite, slinging the tarp between trees. Rain pounded hours later, but he stayed dry, chewing on nuts, plotting his route. Dawn revealed a slope crawling with venomous snakes—detour west. His machete carved a path past carnivorous pitcher plants and a derelict jeep half-swallowed by roots, its rotted trunk yielding a moldy map confirming the boat house’s rough coordinates. A river blocked his way midday; he lashed logs into a raft, paddling past caimans basking on mudbanks. By sunset, salt tinged the air. The jungle thinned, and there it stood: a decaying dock, a weather-beaten shack, a motorboat rusted but intact. The fuel tank was dry, but a cache of jerrycans lay buried under sand—enough to reach the mainland. Freedom, now just a matter of tides.
