"What in the hell is Ogygia?" I stared at the characters; after a brief moment, they quickly disappeared. I waved my hand through the air like I was trying to swat a bug. 'Ogygia' I must be imagining things. 

My body ached from yesterday; all I wanted to do was sit there. Those damn monkeys tore down my hut, and I can't live off one fruit a day. This is so unfair." I grumbled. 

"I need to get some water." I got up and started limping to the center of the forest when suddenly I heard a massive splash of water behind me. 

I turned around, and a few hundred feet out into the ocean saw a crescent cropping up and out of the water. A thick red trunk glistening in the sun and long black spines coming out of it's back. The trunk began to thin, and a long triangle like fin emerged out of the water only to submerge back into the ocean. 

My eyes popped out of my skull "I am not going back in there..." I said shakily.

I began hiking towards the spring I found the previous day. Perhaps a few sips from the water can help my arm and leg. I hobbled along, grabbing at tree branches to limp across the forest. Every step I took, I felt eyes watching me. I got an ominous feeling that everything on this island wanted to kill me. Maybe it's better that I don't set up my camp too deep into the forest again.

I reached the springs and dunked my head into the water and gulped down as much as I could. The sunburns began to fade, and the numbness in my body felt immensely better. 

I look up to see one of the yellow monkeys hanging upside down on a tree; playful rocking back and forth cueing like a baby. Its little horn was broken off and was smaller and less intimidating compared to its brethren. 

I frowned, "What do you want?" I sneered at the monkey. "Go away!" The yellow monkey kept rocking back and forth, completely carefree. I turned around and walked back to the beach, ignoring the monkey. 

It seems like the beach is neutral ground. For two nights I haven't died on the beach. The creatures of the forest don't come to the beach, and the monsters of the deep don't come on land. I can work with this.

I sighed, "I suppose it's time to build another shelter." I turned around to the yellow monkey and pointed my finger. "Because you shitheads tore mine down!" The monkey nonchalantly rocked back and forth.

I turned around and began walking back to the beach; by this time, I remembered this area well enough to get back. As I started walking, I felt something hit the back of my head, "Ow!" I turned around; the monkey was still rocking on its branch. I looked down to find a rock with a spec of blood on it and picked it up. I showed the monkey, "Did you throw this at me?" the monkey had kept its blank expression and rocked back and forth. 

I took a deep, therapeutic breath. "It's not worth my time" I turned around and kept walking towards the beach. I could hear rustling in the branches, and I looked over my shoulder. "Stop following me!" I screamed at the monkey and stormed off jogging towards the beach.

"Stupid monkey," I growled. I am super sweaty; this island is like a hundred degrees. I took my shirt off and wrapped it around my head and took a seat. I've always been self-conscious about my weight because I would get picked on growing up. It angered me that I couldn't look like fit dudes on the sports teams. But girls like tall, tan, lean guys, not to mention if they have good hygiene- 

I took a waft of my armpit, my face puckered up. "Yeah, I need a bath..." I gagged. I saw the ocean; at first, I was positive that I didn't want to go in there. But I smelled awful, I just went a few inches in and started rolling around and scrubbing myself down. The saltwater stung my open cuts and scrapes, especially the large gash on my back from last night. The sweat and grime washed off my body. The water felt quite lovely, and my natural greasy hair felt soft for once.

I put my clothes back on and spotted the yellow monkey dangling from one of the trees; it was the same one as before. I glared at, "You have more important things to deal with." I whispered to myself.

I looked for sticks and logs that I could pick up off the ground. I made a similar design as last time; by laying sticks across a branch to have a slanted roof.

However, this time; I did try to make it a little more sturdy. I put effort into my shelter, I brought thick logs and sturdy branches. For a moment, I was happy with my self. "I did some worthwhile," I mumbled, smiling at my handiwork. The Yellow monkey from before gently crawled down the tree and observed my little shelter, it patted one the logs and looked at me.

"What do you think, that's some good stuff, right?" I asked the monkey. It looked back down at the shelter and used one of its legs to push down one of the supporting branches. The entire thing came crashing down, and the monkey began repeatedly huffing like it was laughing.

I just about cried, "What did you do that for!" I tried smacking the monkey. But it was to fast and bolted up the nearby tree and hung from a vine.

"Arg, I have to start all over because of you! you shit head, you-" I stared at the vine," I can use that to build a better shelter!" The monkey gave me a pointy grin and began nibbling at the vine.

... Plop

The vine fell from the tree and landed in front of me; I looked at the monkey. "Can you get more of these for me?" I asked the monkey. It just stared at me. "Please?" I continued. It smiled and began running from branch to branch, nibbling the vines off each one. 

My hear felt warm for a bit, "I guess you are not so bad after all." I gently said.

...

The monkey stopped chewing and jumped down from the tree and played with some of the vines. I looked down at a pile; this is perfect! I took a vine and wrapped one end of a big branch around a tree, binding it into place. I lifted the other end then: 

SNAP

The binding came undone, and the straight branch fell on my foot hard, "Ow..." My eyes twisted, the monkey did a huffing-like laugh. The yellow monkey gestured me to come over and handed me a small segment of two vines twisted together.

"This is rope?" I asked the Monkey as it proceeded to twist vines together. I sat down with him and began twisting some rope. The monkey looked over to see how I was doing and ran away and came back with a small stick beating at my hands and screaming. "What the actual fuck dude?!" I yelled at the monkey.

It gruffed and corrected my hands, "Oh... Well, you could've been nicer." After a few hours of making rope out of the vines, I started walking along the shore to find a nice spot. Near the beach, I found four trees about a foot in diameter and an almost perfect square shape. 

I hauled over my rope and branches and bound four sturdy branches to the tree; they were about five feet off the ground. I made a square and started covering it with thin branches making a little roof. I covered three sides, leaving one side facing the ocean. 

"What do you think?" I asked the monkey. It looked at me then climbed up the tree onto the shelter. It bounced up and down a few times, the monkey stopped and squealed. It looked to the other direction and ran off.

"Wait, where are you going!" I raised my hand. I waited for a few seconds, but he didn't come back. I guess I was foolish. But it was nice having the company while it lasted. I sat down in my shelter and watched the sunset. "I am lonely," I whispered.

...

I heard the sound of trees ruffling in the distance. I jumped out of my shelter. "You came back!" I smiled; the monkey extended a furry arm and handed me two red stones. The rocks where about the size of a golf ball. "What are these?" I asked. The monkey raised it's knuckles and did a few little claps like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I raised the two stones and hit them together. A puff of fire exploded from the rocks leaving my eyebrows singed. The monkey began screaming and raced towards the sand, slapping the ground.

 "Right, don't burn the forest down. I get the message. But, aren't like sparks supposed to come out of these. Not motherfucking fireballs, you are going to get me killed little man." I lectured the monkey. I brought over a few branches and sticks and made a hole in the sand. I built a little cone and took the two stones "Moment of truth." I spoke to the ground and struck the two stones together.

Crack

The puff of flames started a fire. I looked at the monkey, "Thank you." I huddled next to the fire, and the little monkey joined me. I patted its head and asked, "So, what should we call you... You're a little savage sometimes, how about Li'l-Sav?" The monkey cued, "Alright Sav, nice to meet you. I am Chunk."