The Storm

The wind was howling and the rain was beating against the hut like bullets. Timothy yelled, "lets go to the palm" He guided me to the tree and held on to the rope for dear life. I could feel the the water brushing against my hair rappidly. I could feel Timothy's tender arms wraped around me. It was cool and damp, reminding me of the rain storms in Curacao. All of a sudden water flooded the area. I could hear Timothy yelp. I don't remember what happened after that becaus I passed out. As soon as I woke up I called Timothy. But there was no answer. I started walking, and stumbled over some thing hard but soft, it as Timothy. He had died. I have never been so lonely in my entire life.

Our Cay

It's already been a week since we've been on the Cay. It's nice here, I guess. I don't know what it looks like so I don't know if it's good or not. Timothy has made a rope for me so I could rome the island. But it doesn't make a difference. There is nothng to do here. It's so boring.

Timothy is the same, as usual. He goes and gets food so we can "feast". I always ask him if I could come, but he always says, "No Phillip, it's too dangerous". But, of course, he says it in that obnoxious acsent of his. Any way, we still always have a burning fire so we can signal the airplanes, if they ever come. I haven't heard an airplane in such a long time. All I hear is the sounds of the surf. I hope that an airplane will come and save us. I hope that the can cure my disability.

Lost Boy!

Dear Village,
  I have just been informed that my son and a bunch of other people have just gone through a shipwreck. If we want to find these people than we need to send a search pardy. I am going to b boarding a small schcooner later this evening, who ever wants t join me can. Bu let it be known that you may die were to help. There will be a reward of 5,000 dollars. Good Luck.                                                                   
Sincerely, 
Phillip Enright I