Nerdy Wordy Story Related to Robinson Crusoe
“What a serene day!” Robinson “Robin” Curoe called out to the exquisite sea. The abyss of water stretched out for miles. The prodigious cruise ship that Robin and his friend, Polly, went on every year was heading towards the placid South American islands this year, as it switched destinations every year.
“Robin!” Polly called over the hustle of the cruise ship. “I made a new pot, want to take a look?” Robin and Polly’s favorite activities included pottery as well as woodworking. Robin nodded and his elated countenance was manifest upon his visage. The two walked swiftly down to the homey cabin. Polly opened the door and showed Robin the pot.
“It is very… singular…” Robin’s voice alluded to how he thought the pot was quite ugly, and how he was disappointed on how the pot looked. Polly rolled her eyes, but her countenance displayed profound melancholy. “Sorry,” Robin apologized with only the deepest sincerity. “You have really improved.”
“Will you articulate better?” Polly yelled vexedly at Robin. The crashing of the thunder was only superfluous to the screaming and crying of others aboard the cruise ship.
Robin, not hearing Polly, grabbed his hatchet and a life jacket as the captain’s voice boomed over the intercom. “Stay calm, everyone. Get a life jacket and walk as placidly as possible to the nearest lifeboat. Thank you.” Although his voice was genial, it alluded to how he was full of apprehension. In fact, the apprehension was almost tangible. Polly grabbed a life jacket as well and followed closely behind Robin. The ship shrieked and moaned with melancholy and people answered it with clamors. The undulating sea’s power increased as the last passengers climbed into the life boats. Polly continued to stay close to Robin as a vivid streak of lightning shot through the sky. Looking back, the cruise ship was slowly sinking into the abyss of sea.
It had been hours on the life boats, trying to find another sea-faring ship or land. The languor of the people on Robin and Polly’s life boat was manifest, as many had lain prostrate to try and repose while some asked the austere sky how they had become such martyrs. The captain tried to guide the life boat over the undulating sea and stay strong, but you could see a subtle languor in faith that the life boats could make it to an island or another ship.
“Stay calm, stay calm!” The captain’s voice rose in an apprehension-filled tone as the life boat swayed harshly around another collection of prodigious rocks. But, the next sway wasn’t too lucky. The life boat crashed into a grotesque mess of planks of wood. Clamor filled the air as Polly grabbed Robin and they went under the fierce waves.
Robin was the first to awaken and sit up from his prostrate position on a sandy beach, and Polly rolled over to her side soon after. The sea was once again placid and the sky was a vivid blue. “Where are we?” Polly wondered aloud as she too sat up. Robin just shook his head with his visage having a perplexing countenance.
It had been three months, as Robin observed, since they had landed. Polly suggested that they should give this austere island a name, as calling it “the island” was so yesterday. They marched back to their little hut, which wasn’t very exquisite. Robin had made it with his hatchet during the first couple of days on the island. It was nestled into small grove of trees, grapes, and all types of vulgar -and rare- fruits. The fresh smell of forests and fruits always pervaded throughout the cabin. As they sat underneath the vivid sky, Polly was the first to think up a name. “How about Sun Day for the name of the island?” Polly said stolidly, thinking her idea would go nowhere, yet she continued. “Because we arrived on a Sunday and it always sunny here, ya know?”
“I like it!” Robin jumped up, his countenance articulating that he loved the name.
Polly was wide-eyed as she responded, not half as stolidly as before. “Really? We should carve it into our cabin or a tree!” Polly was now wistful to be taking part in making this island, Sun Day, their new home.
Robin has successfully been keeping track of the days using a pole with notches; and according to it, the pair had been on Sun Day for two years. Not yet had the stumbled across another human being. However, there was a singular part of Sun Day that stuck far into the ocean. Robin, one day, suggested that they traverse across the austere land to see what lay upon this awkward piece of land. Polly accepted genially, and they soon set off with a large amount of provisions of fruits and grapes. After traveling for a few hours, they stopped to repose themselves under the shade of a melancholy willow. Robin and Polly soon set off again, and reach the odd section of Sun Day by late afternoon the next day. However the sun was a vivid as ever, so it encouraged Robin to continue with Polly following vexed behind. “Can’t we take another break?” She wined. “This is so tedious and my feet hurt!”
“Only a little longer Polly,” Robin said amiably. “We’ll be there soon!”
“We better…” Polly moaned under her breath as she trudged along after Robin to the slowly setting sun.
As the sun was setting, Robin almost collided into a sublimely dressed man, with a cap made form goat’s skin. He was tall with long hair and was fitted with a long coat also made from dried goat’s skin. The seemingly old man turned on his heels to face Robin with an unnamable glare in his eyes. “Who in the great Lord’s name are you?” Robin didn’t answer right away; in fact he was looking into the aged man’s face. There was a trace of apprehension and melancholy etched into the old man’s winkles. His eyes were profound; they were telling the story of this man’s life. How he was abandoned, how he was lost, tremulous inside because fear. His wistful desire for love and genial words were displayed in the swirling colors of his eyes.
Robin looked up again, to the man’s face. “What is your name, sir?”