Aisle 15

Aisle 15: The Lost Asile of the Abdura Islands

Day sixty-five. Found a letter wedged in between a grouping of three rocks, over by the ambula grove. I'm in the process of trying to decode the letter, however the hand writing is sloppy. I believe it to be some form of cry for help. The author of the text went to great lenghts to cover both sides of the paper in scrawl. What could it mean?

In other news my food supply has miraculously increased over night. I suspect there is some undiscovered tribe on this island that deems me worthy enough to keep me sustained. It is perplexing that I have yet to see any signs of these natives, though on clear days I can make out the faint sounds of some primitive music in the distance.

My attempts at making a raft seem hopeless, for every time I go to lash a ambula tree trunk to another I get this pain in a very remote part of my being. I feel this island has me under its spell, for I can no longer see any benefit to escaping back to the "modern and civilized" world. Perhaps if Suzie and Kayleb were still here I might give a more energenic attempt at leaving the island.

I'm begining to lose light. The days are going by so quickly. I must get the fire prepared before the night creatures of the island come out.