I lent up against the corner of my aluminium coffin, I called it so as it could either, save me or be the death of me. Night quickly drew in, I had relaxed so much I didn't realize I had drifted off into a sleep, I was exhausted but  I was soon awakened by a large thud, I woke with a start thinking I was back on that doomed plane, I looked around and saw I was still in my can.<br/><br/>Gently lifting myself up I looked over the edge, I saw I was on a beach, jumping out I knelt on the sand and kissed it, covering my lips with sand was not the best thing I could have done. The moon lit the beach and I noticed there were no footprints, "I guess the tide had just gone out" I said aloud.<br/><br/>It suddenly went very dark, looking up i saw clouds had suddenly swirled over the moon, it started to rain, "great" I said aloud, "what have I done to deserve this?" I needed to find shelter, looking at the can that had been my boat, "that'll do" I said, I started to pull it with what little strength I had left up the beach, placingit on it's side and finding a couple of sticks, I propped up the apron, and climbed inside. Water ran in a constant stream from the apron, placing my hands under it, I drank, I was so thirsty I didn't mind that I could taste the dirt that was was on the apron, it was a drink, which I needed so badly.