June 16
I have been stranded on this island for 12 days now but can not find my bearings. Each night I find that the constellations have changed, as if to taunt me,....
Shadows move in unnatural speeds and directions. This island is barren, no living creature have I encountered ,only misshapen bones stained by the black lay here as remnants of yore....
Those damned godforsaken shadows.
June 17
I can no longer bring to memory the events that brought me here,
all I remember is my ship taking on water, my crew dead and myself being enveloped by the water, sinking into the depths of the Atlantic.
My sinking, burning, dying ship as a lone beacon beckoning me in the darkness of a moonless night.
My mind is going blank, these shadows have grown behind my eyes...I write as to preserve a semblance of my sanity.
18 june
My ship,.. it has washed up upon this nightly shore but a mere four hours ago, I had used the remainder of my vessel to build a a fire, perhaps a passing ship would see it and come to my impending salvation, so I foolishly
thought to think that my rescue would be gained with such ease that I praised my wit.
As the light grew stronger so did the dark ,its equilibrium.
It seems I aggravated these unnatural shadows these silhouettes of the crestfallen twisted and torn from their most obscure form.
this night is never ending
this fire haunted dying, ever softly crying
I feel my body turning, pulling, bending me inside.
this light most dim beguiled me, I fear the end is near, writing I can no longer for the lights are dim and dying, my own shadow calls me here so I no longer persevere .
