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.

My name is Chuk. My plane crashed when I was flying over open sea, but I managed to get to the island. There I found some food for me - coconut milk and barries. After a  few weeks I could open some of  the  packages which I had found near the shore. There I found a ball, draw a face on it and named it Wilson. It became my best friend and I took it with me, when i tried to escape from the island on a raft. Unfortunately i had lost it in the sea before I was saved by a big ship.