One bullet. One bullet is all I'll need.
My vision is swimming, and I can barely move for the pain that is travelling through my body. I've purged everything I had in me to purge, and if I focus really hard, I can see that I still have twenty yards or so to reach the ship.
Twenty yards, sixty feet; it may as well be sixty miles.  I'm not going to make it. Violent retching again, and I give up and lay down next to the pile of bloody vomit, praying for death. Yellow will be the colour of my defeat; yellow leaves of poison.
I know I must be nearing the end now, for my mind is taking me down whimsical pathways. One of the huge bird-like creatures that I have never seen up close is standing before me, waiting for me to die and become the carrion it must eat. From here, it looks like an angel of death - a huge, scaley, black angel ... and it's singing softly. I close my eyes and wait for it ...

It is morning again.
I try to wake up with some kind of optimism, but I have nothing left. I wait for the day that I just refuse to wake up altogether. I pray that I die in my sleep, yet I can not quite bring myself to take an active role in my own suicide.
Today I will have to try some of the native plants. I've noticed the rabbit-like creatures (hares, henceforth) eating the yellow-leafed plants, but avoiding the ones with purple leaves.
Attempting to eat the local floral may be a huge risk, but now I have nothing left to lose. In the worst possible scenario, I will still have bullets to end the pain.

Every year my little Tiran bean garden gets smaller and smaller.
The twenty-four pounds of beans that left Tiran with me have dwindled over the years until I have less than eight plants to harvest this year. I'm sure there was a smarter way of doing this in order to yield a larger crop each year, but horticulture is also not in my skill set. I've wondered if I have any actual, useful skills that will help me carve out a living, now that my shipboard resources are nearly extinct.
The first year I was here, I tried hunting the native wildlife, but it was a dismal failure. Lizards, small rabbit-like creatures, and birds seemed to vanish in a puff of smoke as soon as I came within rock-throwing distance. With only one small sidearm, it seemed imprudent to use ammunition when I might later need to defend myself against the larger creatures that inhabit this world.
There are larger creatures, I see them often in the distance. Huge, bird-like creatures that can be seen from a mile or more away. None have come close, however, and I do not dare to venture closer on my own for a better look. As far as I can tell, they have decided that I unworthy of bothering with, and so I give them that same respect.