Fourth entry

Smit said he saw the safe path by where the purpose went. But I saw. It’s impossible to see it under the water. The fish lifted out of the water and shook its nose.

Fifth entry

It happened. We tore a hole in the hull and went under a wave. I was saved. We were all on the deck when the wave hit. I heard a break and my head snapped forward. Woke up on a beach with a chunk of rail still held in hand. Waterlogged, kept me afloat. Small but mighty. Cap’s journal stayed in my shirt. Would have rather returned it.

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Nothing to do. Haven’t left the beach, but getting hungry. The sand is black here. Like home.

Sixth entry

The island has buildings. Wanted to stay on the beach but the rain makes me mad. I climbed the bluffs and found huts. Simple, one room. I haven’t looked at the others, just claimed mine and laid down. The blessed roof! Small comforts.

The neighbors were a surprise. Loads, birds, bugs, and turtles. Will catch one to eat once I have some sleep.