Your island is sinking into the ocean. All around are hungry looking sharks and dolphins, yet dolphins get hungry too and there is only so much tuna after all. So it’s not looking too good for your long range survival. You can build a raft and take your chances on the water. But, be honest, how much clout is one flimsy raft going to have against those dolphins and sharks.
Instead you build a helicopter and just lift off and away. It’s too bad that the air currents begin to break apart your helicopter before you get all that far. Luckily you spy another island and manage to land there.
The natives, seeing you land from the sky, believe you are some sort of god. They begin preparations to cook you so everyone can get a bite of god and live forever. How do you explain you aren’t really any kind of god after all?