I'm not crazy. My reality is just different
((I’m unaware of how we would like to proceed, whether wi quotes or @s. I’ll let you decide!))Perched on a group of rocks, Chen smiled as he stirred his sizzling food with a pair of chopsticks. After scouring the beach, he had managed to find a serviceable wok and some other rudimentary cooking utensils. It had taken him a long time, but he had also managed to find some cooking oil in a sealed cask that had not broken upon contact with the shore. After catching a few crabs and coconuts, he had begun to make a rudimentary stir fry. He had been on the island for only a few days, and didn't exactly have his bearings yet. The only thing he knew was that the island lacked formal civilization, and that it was quite literally covered with refuse from every one of the seven seas. He had no idea where he was, or if he was even still in the realm of earth. However, everything in a man's life depended on a full stomach, and even if he was in hell, he apparently needed to eat. The smell of cooking food gave him heart.
He looked over at the man who currently sat under a palm tree a little stretch down the beach. Chen had yet to see anybody else besides the single figure, who hadn't moved. Weighing his options, he decided to make a move and approach the individual. Grabbing the wok by the side handles, he walked over and sat down besides the palm. Chen had made many a friend over meals, hopefully this would be the same. He quickly looked the motionless castaway over with an inquisitive eye. Tall, with white hair and the start of a white beard. Strange, the man seemed both old and young at the same time. He was dressed opulently, although the red coat had obviously seen better days. Taking out a fork, Chen poked the man's arm with it and grinned widely. He decided to speak English, in which he was fluent, albeit with a slight accent.
"Good afternoon, brother. I couldn't help but notice you sitting by yourself. Would you care to join me for lunch?"