Being Trapped on a Island

If I were trapped on an island, I have no idea what would happen or what I would do. I also don't know what resources I would have, so let's pretend this is more of a Gilligan's Island type of entrapment (i.e., silly) and I have a satellite telephone, the geographical location of the island I am on, a gigantic cooler of food, pots, plus fresh source of drinking water.

The first thing I would do is call someone. Probably 911, because I want to be rescued and even though 911 is only for urban area, it's the only rescue number I know. Then hopefully after reaching someone to rescue me,  I would call my parents because I'm pretty sure they would be worried about where I am. (I mean, considering I have no clue how I got on the island, or where the island is, I think they would be pretty forgiving.)

So, I would be waiting rescue, but with food and water supplies, I wouldn't be worried. I’m going to imagine it's cloudy weather but warm and humid, meaning I could be near Hawaii somewhere. Or on the other side of the world. Whichever works. I don't have sunscreen either, so after I eat, if it were to get sunny I would have to find shade so I don't burn and risk skin cancer.

At least this is all pretend.

It's a sorry state of my imagination that I've been given this topic and all I can think about is sunscreen. This is why my mother calls me a literalist.