DAY ONE
If you are reading this, my name is Sir Edward Damiens. I write this as a chronological record of my time here on this uncharted isle. My ship with a small crew compliment sunk off the coast of the island, caught in a raging storm. I am the only survivor left after the rest had failed to reach the life raft in time...i can only hope rescue will arrive in due time before i am but a parched corpse left to dry on the sands....in the meantime, i shall explore the island, there could be a sustainable source of food out here somewhere!
DAY TWO
Things may be looking up for me! I returned last night with a bountiful haul from the nearby forest; plenty of fruits and berries that remind me of the ones i've seen plenty of back home in the wetmarkets! They are excellent as well, juicy and sweet to the tongue! Once help arrives i should tell them of this at once, the money to be made off of these delectable treats will be plenty! For now though, i shall rest, it has been a tiring day, gathering these fruits...maybe i'll explore some of those ruins near the forest?
DAY FIVE
I somehow feel more...relaxed...with each passing day, life on this island has gotten strangely calming. I no longer toss and turn every night on my grass bed, in fact i slept very well after my third night here...i wonder why this is...with each hour i find it harder to even focus anymore when it comes to writing in my diary, i've been finding it more preferrable to pass the time exercising on the sands and forging a better home for myself near the forest edge. Best to make myself comfortable while awaiting rescue right?
DAY TWELVE
I like it here, i've decided to stay...and make this place liveable. I feel different somehow; younger, faster, stronger! I've never felt this way before! I have also noticed my body undergoing changes of its own. For example, my chest has been aching recently, tender to the touch. While my skin feels more...smoother? As of late...i have no idea what this entails but i have a hunch it has something to do with the fruits this island has growing on every tree or bush...but to be this free...this strong...i don't mind really. This may be the last entry i write...
SAI TWENTEE TOO HONDREH
Been long time since me wrote here...forget book even here in first place...only writing because i copy from other book nearby...meaning is familiar to me...but even i starting to lose...words no meaning anymore in head..my mouth between legs getting itchy again...need scratch with hand again...fruit still very good here though...maybe will write again soon? Body marked with language of Hyuran tribe now! I speak that well now...been...ages? Since i see this and write this language...
SAI SEFENTY TOO HONDREH
Men...i saw men by water...find book? Again? So i decide thoughts write down. Home, is here, no home anywhere else...but lonely. When lips between leg get itchy...i scratch, feel good. Chest bags big and fun, but scratching not feel good, pinch work though. Those...men? I see they are different...they have thing in between leg, no mouth below...i feel something in chest when i look at them...like i see before? But my lower mouth gets itchy again...maybe mate? I will try bring one back here to home...maybe they can tell me what they do here, the yellow hair one look very big...thing between leg can maybe fill belly whole! I get itchy now...cannot wait!
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