Sunday, October 10, 2010

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.

1 comment:

  1. Good! Feel free to step outside the pages of the book and really dig into who Phillip is instead of running through the events we've already seen. Watch spelling and grammar!

    Con: 8/10 Strat: 9/10

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