I'm sorry to say that the random number generator picked the winning suggestion as fatal. Doh! Here's the full story from start to finish!
You lie upon the burning sand An empty bottle in your hand Your ship lies crushed against the shore You've never seen this place before
The sun is hot, your throat is dry You stare into the cloudless sky You'll die for sure if you stay here... So check the wreck to search for gear
You sit up straight, slowly stand Then walk across the red hot sand The ship is broken, on its side Its bow is smashed, and open wide
A rope is hanging from the deck It's tied around a dead-man's neck A chest is floating out to sea... You ponder what its contents be
You pray for food or drink, perhaps... And hope it's not old treasure maps You step into the cool blue sea To claim this floating mystery
You're moving further from the shore Your toes can barely touch the floor To reach the box, you'll need to swim... But something grabs you on your limb
The sudden shock makes you feel sick You jump, and draw your knees up, quick You look towards the ocean's sand And see a bony flesh-stripped hand
This can't be someone from your crew Had others crashed and died here, too? You're sure you see its finger twitch... Good Lord, what's next -- an island witch?
You wish that hadn't crossed your mind, For just beyond the hand, you find A swirling mass of dark green hair And a face that's fixed you with a stare
You scream, and try to swim away But something grabs you, makes you stay The sea witch rises from the sand... "Release me" is your one demand
Her grip falls loose. She moves away. But as she moves, you hear her say: "Beware, the circle in the tree" And then she's gone - it seems you're free
Was it a dream, brought on by thirst? Or is this island really cursed? The chest has floated really far... Dry land should be your guiding star
You wade to shore with weary feet Your throat is dry, you need to eat The dead man sways in the gentle breeze Ahead, you see a few green trees
There is a rock pool, yards away There could be crab, or shrimp, or cray You must move fast, your body's weak... You head for the trees; it's fruit you seek
You leave the broken ship behind And as you reach the trees, you find A coconut upon the floor You pick it up, and search for more
Before too long, you've gathered twenty You stack them up, and think "that's plenty" You need a way to crack their shell... That jagged rock would work just swell!
You slam your prize against the stone You twist your wrist, and break your bone Your dinner bounces, flying free And hits a circle on a tree
The ground now trembles, roots are snaking You try to crawl, but your wrist's aching You're sucked into a muddy hole Where the island witch will claim your soul