My plane was flying over the open sea when the storm started. My plane crashed, but i survived and started swimming to the island. On the island i learnt a lot of useful things.
After 2 or 3 weeks i opened the package that had washed from the plane.
This amused me by drawing a face on the ball with some of the blood. I call the ball Wilson. Wilson became my best friend. When i escaped from island, i took him with me. After 3 days at sea Wilson fell, but i couldn't gave him back. Several months after the plane crash, a miracle happend.