It was supposed to be a routine flight from Los Angeles to Sydney. I was a passenger on a small charter plane, along with a handful of other travelers. The pilot, a seasoned veteran with thousands of hours of flight experience, had assured us that the journey would be smooth sailing.
The next thing I knew, I was tumbling through the air, my world a chaotic blur of noise and color. I must have been knocked unconscious, because when I came to, I was lying on a sandy beach, the wreckage of the plane scattered around me. Stranded Deep v1.0.31.0.25
My first priority was to find shelter and water. The sun was beating down relentlessly, and I could feel dehydration setting in. I spotted a cluster of palm trees nearby and stumbled towards them, using my shirt to shield my face from the scorching sun. It was supposed to be a routine flight
I knew I had to act fast to survive. I set about building a shelter, using palm fronds and branches to construct a sturdy hut. I also fashioned a spear from a sharp rock and a piece of driftwood, hoping to catch fish and other sea creatures to supplement my diet. The next thing I knew, I was tumbling
This was just the beginning of my journey in Stranded Deep...