He awoke with his face covered in sand and still soaking wet. The ship had fully submerged. He was stuck.
He regained his composure and set off to explore this new environment.
It wasn't long before he stumbled upon a tribe of well endowed gentlemen, who agreed to help him off the island.
For a price.
" I'm not gay!" He protested.
The head of the tribe, an enormous red headed barbarian, approached him, and put his meaty hand on hornyish's shoulder in a gesture of goodwill and reassurance.
"There is no one else here my man, we fuck each other, or we kill each other"
The leaders smile was broad and genuine, his breath was stale, and his teeth were yellow. Possibly from all the sperm. Who knows.
Hornyish took the leaders offer, and his accounts of proceedings can be purchased for 5.95.