this morning #354.

this morning, the crafting of a craft was in full swing. after three weeks stranded on an uncharted desert isle, she’d had sufficient time for her wounds to heal. she’d had sufficient time to regret her newly found passion for south pacific solo sailing. she’d finally had enough of the isolation & had decided to take matters into her own hands. using what was still salvageable from the yacht, she began assembling a seaworthy ship. it wouldn’t have a fully-stocked liquor cabinet but it was going to have to do. hell or high water, she was going to get off this island. the high waters were a given. the hell part was still up for debate.