Jon found the island to be somewhat smaller than his first impression had led him to expect. The beach curved around two-thirds of the whole island and the jungle was evidently not as deep as it appeared, ending abruptly a few hundred yards from the shore in low cliffs that descended into a rocky, coral-filled lagoon. Luckily, he found a fresh water spring near the cliffs.
It was obvious that Jon was completely alone here.
"It looks like I got the privacy I wanted after all," Jon adjusted his bra-strap and added, "I'm glad I brought you along. Surviving should be no worry here after a few wishes."
Jon returned to the beach as he made plans.
"I'll need shelter of course," he said to no one in particular, "and food. Something other than coconuts or berries or whatever, at least. Once I have those, I can start thinking about luxuries. Like a toilet. And toilet paper."
Jon found a perfect spot for dwellings. It was quite near the spring and he could see both the lagoon on one side and the beach on his other.
"This will be great," he smiled. "I wish there was an unoccupied wooden hut situated right here that was open and luxurious and had all the amenities a holiday home would need."
A bright flash later, Jon found he was no longer under the bright sun. A tall wooden roof, supported by four great palm tree trunks, was now over his head. He stood on a wooden floor that was also supported between the pillars, raised several inches from the ground outside.
There was only one wall in the structure, the inland wall. The other three directions were completely open, with only net curtains that could be drawn across the entire expanse. There was a door in the inland wall, but Jon didn't see a reason for it without walls.
There was a bed. It was broad and long but also had a low-profile. It had a mosquito net suspended from the ceiling in a similar manner to the curtains-for-walls and looked very soft and inviting.
But that was not all.
There were some lights in the ceiling, and a slight switch in one of the pillars. Against the inland wall there was even a refrigerator and a sink. Jon tried them all and they seemed to work fine, though he had no idea where the electricity or plumbing must be coming from.
There were two doors in this wall as well. The first was both a larder and wardrobe in one. The other one though that was a toilet. A working, flushing toilet, with paper! Jon sighed with relief.
"This feels like a holiday already!" he beamed as he absent-mindedly scratched his B-cup boob.
