Aisle 15

Aisle 15: The Lost Aisle of the Abdura Islands

Day 3: It has been three days since we have washed ashore on this island. The morale of the crew is surprisingly high, considering our situation. We hope to be rescued within a forthnight, possibly sooner if a passing ship notices the beacons we have set up. As for the possibilty of reparing the ship, it is highly improbable. The hull of the ship has taken massive damage, it is a wonder that we even managed to land on this beach given the condition of the vessel.

I have started interviewing the crew as to what they believe to be the cause of our nautical mishap. No one seems to be certain. Miss Susan Weathersbea believes she saw a large shap ris out of the tempest we found ourselves caught in, however she has been in a state of hysterics ever since that night and the ships Doctor Kayleb McDuff has assured me she is delusional. This is slightly comforting for recently she has been having night terrors, constantly screaming about creatures in the woods. If one did not know she was delusional it would be easy to believe her rantings. Shame for such a sweet girl to lose her mind.

As for animals we have yet to find any in the forrests that cover the island. Though truth be told we have only managed to explore a small fragment of the island. I think tomorrow we might launch a more extensive expedition as our current food supply is limited. By my calculations we have enough food and supplies to last us a little more than a forthnight. But as I have already stated we should be rescued by then.

I must retire now as the night is growing on and I would like to get a few decent hours of sleep before Miss Weathersbea starts up with her night terrors.