So I have been working on something off of Wattpad that I probably want to post on here and probably not. Because I know original stories from fanfiction authors get a bad rep. But I want to know people's opinion on this story. It's a castaway/maroon story, but just a different story overall. The island, the language, and the clan are sort of made up. I emphasize sort of, because I'm using like different elements that already exist to create the island and the clan. Like the language is probably gonna be a mix of languages together like I can include Sanskrit, Hindi, French, English, etc. like a giant salad bowl of languages mixed together to create one. if anyone is good on languages and wants to help me out I would be more than happy.

Also the island, I'm still choosing a location but it's probably gonna be in the Indian Ocean or Pacific Ocean. Somewhere in that area, I mean the ocean is vast so.

Also these are all original characters, not like the "OC" thing you see in fan fiction but like the OC "OC". No names revealed yet because I have to come up with them. I also got to come up with a title.

So now I'm going to post the stuff I've written on here. I warn you it's only 1/4 of what I'm writing for the first chapter and it's 1.8 k words. So it's long...

Also if I put it on Wattpad it gives me a chance to use A. R Rahman's music as background music. Yay!

Here; main narration is a male character
A long silence...a view of nothing but black. Complete silence...craash...craash....

The sudden sound of waves bring in sounds and suddenly my senses are ringing. They work, and suddenly I'm brought back to life.

BOOOOOM!

A sudden gasp from the loud sound, I wake up to the surrounding blue sky and horribly blinding harsh light. My eyes glance sideways, but I only saw the azure sky. Suddenly I close them as the harsh light started giving me head pains. My arms and legs were lying useless, I tried moving them. But only my finger and toe or two would wiggle slightly. My body was in a pained, yet...it felt like it was asleep. Like someone injected a heavy medication in me, my body was lead but my head was light.

My brain started processing as I began to think once again. My brain told me to move, so I forced myself to listen. With a groan I lifted my limbs from the side, and began to push myself up slowly. My body pained more than I thought it did. I heaved deep breaths, letting out strained coughs as the process became very difficult. A lot more groans escaped me as I slowly began to process everything from my obscure senses. First, touch, my fingers felt around me feeling a loose and grainy substance. It felt familiar...it fell in between my fingers, little tiny graded rocks...sand. Next, smell, I could smell salt water through the air, as well as the smell of the sand. Which brought me to, hearing, I heard loud crashes. As well as the crisp sound of leaves in the whistle of the wind. So I assumed I was on a beach of some sort. I don't remember at all being on a beach. Finally, sight, my head turned around slowly as I observed. Yellow, white sand, the blue green ocean, and the green of many trees leading to a jungle or forest.

I calculated everything, and it finally clicked. I was marooned. Then the next part of the process began as questions started piling up one by one. How did I get marooned? Where even am I? Wait...what was my name again? Suddenly my brain became a pile of mush as I felt around myself in a panic. I don't remember. I hyperventilated as I tried to think harder...bits and pieces of my life were there, except most of the important things were gone. Vanished like they were never there. I turned to full on panic, everything in me became chaos. Breathing became hard as I wracked my hands through my hair and my fingernails dug deep into my scalp, like I wanted to crack my skull open to check my brain.I felt like passing out again. But what good would that do me? Perhaps give me a peaceful death, because I was sure to die here. Through my panic, out of the corner of my eye I spotted something. Something white.

I had to recover myself from the panic attack, and finally get on my own feet to stand up. My legs were shaking like hell, but I forced myself again to trudge through the sand. I ran, shakily, to the white object, as I got closer I realized. It was a ship, a small yacht. It looked like it could hold about 10 people. Did I end up in the place on the yacht? How the hell did I end up on a yacht anyway? Questions weren't going to help me, so I decided to just check the shipwreck. Upon looking at the wreckage there were several holes, the main structure looked ready to fall apart with just one tiny touch. The glass windows were all broken. I checked inside, and with the aid of sunlight I only saw many broken bottles, as well as more glass. This wasn't helpful in the slightest. I checked around the perimeter, once again looking inside. I made quite a brash decision to go inside, but I was in a state of panic still. So I couldn't care less about logic at that point. I carefully climbed on top of the tilted deck. Nothing out of the ordinary. So I went into the cabin with all the broken glass. It was a miracle my feet weren't bleeding profusely the moment I stepped in there.

It was pretty dark since not much sunlight was getting in the area, even so my eyes scanned everywhere. I tiptoed carefully inside more. I tried calling out, even though I knew it wouldn't work. It didn't hurt to try.

"Hello..." My voice sounded hoarse as if I didn't use it, or I screamed very loudly for a long time. I cleared my throats and tried again. Only louder this time.

"Hello!" Still nothing. I guess it was worthless to call more. My foot came into contact with something as I took another step. It was soft, as well as soaked in something. My eyes trailed downward my expression turned horrified as I saw what it was. A dead body. Through the darkness I could see a glimpse on shiny objects sticking out of it. A body where there were glass shards sticking everywhere, and the neck was bent at a disgusting angle. I stepped on a fucking dead body.

"Oh my god.." I breathed out. The panic returned as I hyperventilated some more. This was not good, I needed to get out. I scrambled to my feet to run, I didn't give a damn about the glass getting on my feet. I wanted out. Finally I could feel the sting in my eyes as I felt a stream of tears from my face. My wobbling legs couldn't keep up, and I collapsed into a heap on the sand. Why the hell was this happening. What the actual hell was happening?! I tried to get my uneven breathing under control, as I continued to sob. My situation was the absolute worst, stuck in an unknown place, with fragmented memories, where it turns out the only person I saw was dead.

Was I being punished for something? Perhaps I was and I didn't even know. My grimy hand wiped my moistened eyes, I needed something to calm me down. Even if I yell, scream, cry, curse god, it wasn't going to change anything. I walked up near the sea and just sat down. The sun melted my skin at the intense heat of the rays, but I didn't care. I watched the waves come and crash again in a cycle, letting the sounds of waves calm me as I thought. The first striking question, my name. What was it? I assumed I have one? How could a person forget their own name. And how did I end up on this island, where even am I?

The stress of each unanswered question built up
in my. I rubbed my hands tiredly on my face trying to make sense of everything, and ultimately failing.

"What the hell." I groaned out in a drawl. Finally more frustrations grew, the pent up emotions finally revealing themselves. I picked up a rock throwing it into the ocean. It was a coping method, just throwing things. Because if I threw things maybe it would help my stress, just watching them fly far away from me. I kept doing that in an aggressive way. Until I picked up something, that was not a rock. No it felt smoother, and slightly colder than the warm rocks on the beach. I took a pause to check over the item in my fingers. It looked like a name tag, no it was a name tag. A silver colored metal one, with a number.

"10125?" I repeated the numbers out loud as I pondered what they could mean. It made absolutely no sense to me, why was there a number plate here? Could it..perhaps be mine? I felt a sense of familiarity, although it felt small, as I rubbed my finger on the indents of the numbers. Instead of throwing it, I put the plate in the pocket of my ripped pants. Even after that I was still stuck. What was I going to do now?

Well...there was one place I still haven't looked at. My fingers twitched as I turned to face the vast jungle. There were scarce spaces in between the trees, so I was in the dark. Something in me began itching to go in there. Is this how explorers like Indiana Jones felt when faced with unknown territory? Just waiting to rip it open like a present when they went in to explore it. There were so many consequences, with the decision I was making. It would be better to stay out on the beach where nothing could get to me. Just wait it out, and maybe someone would discover me. But aimlessly waiting was the same as dying. I had nothing to flag down ships or planes with, I was basically left on my own. The wind blew through the trees making them shake, they were inviting me to step in between them. To venture in them. Perhaps this was God's way of saying take an adventure, take a risk.

I gulped letting some relief into my dry throat, my legs began moving. One step...two steps...three steps...I finally began moving. The more pull I felt towards the jungle as I began moving closer. I could see the darkness within the jungle, unknown forces just waiting for. To either attack me or aid me. It was just one leap before I became swallowed by the thickness of the trees and vines and branches. Everything seemed calm, no sign of violent animals, no sign of poisonous plants...yet. It was only the beginning for me. I continued to walk, and I observed the surroundings. It looked like an ordinary jungle, tall trees, vines everywhere. I saw some tropical flowers that added color to all the green and brown I saw. Little communities of bugs as well crawled on the thick trunks of different species. Everything seemed tranquil, all of the little organisms living peacefully in the natural state of their home. Moving at their own pace, allowed to live free. From what I remember, this was different from the community I came from. All I saw when I thought about it were structured groups, judging looks, and obnoxious crowds.

I guessed I was in an island near the continent of Asia or South America, as they were known to have jungles this vast and exotic. But my mind stayed wary of the incoming dangers. Something could come out and kill me right now. I walked aimlessly on the wet soil. Absolutely nothing but wildlife. Nothing that could aid me either, unless I can use it correctly. That didn't seem possible with my mental state at the moment. I sighed trying to stop an oncoming migraine by rubbing my palm on my forehead.

My ear perked, I heard something rustle to my right. I stopped walking, and my eyes squinted as I face forward, letting my ears do the work instead of my eyes. It became silent, but I heard the rustle again.

"Not my imagination..." I mumbled my eyes glancing left and right. I needed a plan. I could run giving me a get away, but the potential of it being a fast running predatory animal could possibly land in my death. Standing still was not a good idea either, it left me vulnerable. A sitting duck. My fingers twitched again as my heart pounded, I needed to do something. My brain kept clashing with ideas only increasing the stress and panic. The rustling became louder and louder while I stood idiotically trying to figure out what to do. I gasped as the bushes rattled and something popped out. I turned on instinct expecting a large animal with sharp teeth. Instead I saw another shocking figure. A hummingbird, an emerald, blue, and red colored hummingbird flying right in front of me.

It's fast wings buzzing as it flapped, it seemed to look at me a second before going to a big red flower next to me. I let out a pained breath. The stress I had going through me was enough to kill me. I watched the hummingbird as it hovered between flower to flower. I swore it looked at me, it was strange. The hummingbird had finished its job and then it just idled. It's wings giving a pleasing hum, honestly the sound was the most comforting thing I heard all day. Suddenly I heard the buzzing grow closer, and the hummingbird began zipping around my head like it was a bug. It didn't seem harmful. But the presence and the noise up close to my ears began to grow annoying.
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That's all I got so far, I'm writing more. And developing ideas as I go. So tell me, should I make an original story?