The way home: Finding

A friend said to me, "Let's fly! I'll show you a great fishing place. There, fish from the river jump into your hands all by themselves!" Morning. Fog on the sea. Rocks sticking out of the water. What could have gone wrong? Buddy was badly hurt, and I couldn't get him out. The helicopter had slipped down a steep slope into the water. Now I'm alone on the island with one box of matches in my pocket…