Another Post! (and a better story)

I know most of you probably haven't read my last few posts. But I think that I need to keep this going for now. School, drama, and what not has been taking up my time, but the other day in English I started a story that I think I would like to keep going.

Greg stumbled out of his tent as the morning sun peeked out from behind the trees. He quickly scoped the area around him to make sure that nothing had disturbed camp and took the final shift of keeping guard. He slowly scanned the trees trying to sense any sign of danger. After seeing nothing he leaned back and slowly drifted into oblivion...

He was on the ship, the Ondre, which was pulling slowly out of San Francisco Bay. He looked back and saw his wife standing on the dock, crying, and waving her white handkerchief. He knew he was going to be gone for a while, but promised he would be back as soon as he could. The ship departed and he turned his back on his home, his wife, and his soon-to-be son. He was on his way to the coast of India where he was sent by his company to set up a branch... Now he was looking out over the rail with stomach wrenching and his hands gripping the bar as the ship fought against a storm. Next thing he knew the siren went off and the crew was yelling abandon ship. The passengers surged to the life boats and Greg was one of the last people to get in before the ship went under the water. He rowed with the others until they finally found a small piece of land where they landed and made camp...

An eerie screeching noise woke him up from his dream. He looked around him. He was still on the same island that he his lifeboat had come across two years ago. He still had many of the passengers with him, but a few were gone. Most of it happened that first night on the island when they were attacked...