My Wife And I -shipwrecked On A Desert Island -...

It sounds like you’re referencing the title of a classic short essay or sketch—most famously associated with the humorist (though sometimes misattributed to others like James Thurber). The full, typical title runs something like:

For the next eight hours, we floated. The sea was a liquid mountain range. I tied Elena to me using the straps of the life jacket. We took turns sipping from the water jug. We talked. Not about dying—about our dog, Gus. About the pizza place near our old apartment. About the time I accidentally set the kitchen on fire making flambé. We kept talking because the moment you stop talking, you stop fighting. My Wife and I -Shipwrecked on a Desert Island -...

The helicopter landed on the beach, and two paramedics rushed towards us. They examined us, fed us, and gave us water. We were overjoyed to see them, but also sad to leave the island. We'd grown to love that place, and the simple life we'd built there. It sounds like you’re referencing the title of

“We’re going to die here,” I said. “No one knows where we are. The ship went down two hundred miles off course. The EPIRB was on the boat. It’s gone.” I tied Elena to me using the straps of the life jacket