There are no trees in Washington A C; no trees means no boats. You are stuck here on your own.
You have seen others come to the island on boats, but they were raiders. They kill, rape, and loot then move on. Once you saw them kill an island man, and, in their hungry and drunken fury, they cooked him on a spit and ate him. You hide up in the hills in one of the endless caves when you know the likes of them are about.
You often search the beaches during the morning hours for food. Sometimes a dead fish or rotten whale part washes up. Today you are lucky. You have walked for four hours when you find a fist-sized egg on the shore. You don't know what it is. You cook it up and eat it. A bitter foul tasting thing but you keep it down and it doesn't make you sick. Good enough...