I heard the wind above me in the sails. I remember thinking, this is silly, you have't got your safety harness on, you haven't got your lifejacket on.

You shouldn't be doing this. Then the boat veered violently and I was thrown sideways.

I had no time to grab the guard-rail. I was in the cold of the sea before I could even open my mouth to scream.

Washed up on an island in the Pacific, Michael struggles to survive on his own.

He can't find food, he can't find water. In the end he curls up to die. When he wakes, there is a plate beside him of fish, of fruit, and a bowl of fresh water.

He is not alone