User:WILL-I-AM

"Do not mistake coincidence for fate." - Eko, ("What Kate Did")

Day 1:Can’t control hand from shaking – plane crashed!! All that life flashing before eyes stuff – NOT TRUE. Don’t know what happened. Remember sucking wind and noise – deafening noise. Head still ringing. Not a believer in GOD, but I prayed. Amazingly still in one piece – couple of scrapes and bruises. Found this notebook and decided to write – don’t know what else to do. Where are we? Just mountains and water – everywhere…Borrowed pen from poor preggo lady. Huddled under a raft when it started to POUR – still got soaked. Drying in sun now. Walked down the beach. Saw some good waves. Big fight on beach when I returned – tempers starting to flare. Finally ate something – sea urchin – SUCHI! Still hungry. Transceiver found, but not working. Some hiking to higher ground – I hate hiking. No survivors in cockpit. They probably think we’re dead too…

Night 1 :Getting dark now – never saw so many stars Campfires scattered along the beach – ours is the biggest Something smells – burnt bodies? I’m sick to my stomach – can’t eat plane meals this fat guy’s been handing out. Where is the Coast Guard? Why aren’t they here yet? Tried my cell phone – no connection. Parents are probably worried sick. Gotta stop writing. So tired.

Day 2 :Nice man in checkered shirt offered me an orange for breakfast – still can’t eat. We’re all wondering what the hell that noise was last night. Some off to look for cockpit – not me. Something scary out there. Pen is running out of ink TYPICAL LUCK More later…Borrowed pen from poor preggo lady. Huddled under a raft when it started to POUR – still got soaked. Drying in sun now. Walked down the beach. Saw some good waves. Big fight on beach when I returned – tempers starting to flare. Finally ate something – sea urchin – SUCHI! Still hungry. Transceiver found, but not working. Some hiking to higher ground – I hate hiking. No survivors in cockpit. They probably think we’re dead too…

Night 2 :Played Backgammon with Walt today – good kid. Boredom has set in and I’m officially burnt. It always hurts more once the sun goes down.

Day 3 :There’s a doctor on the island. He’s with some guy in bad shape – has a piece of metal from plane sticking out of his side. Went over there to see if Dr had any sun block – no luck. By the look of shrapnel guy, I guess things could be worse.

Night 3 :Found my check on bag today!!! All clothes. no toiletries. So, now I have a bathing suit – still no sign of surfboard. Always fantasized about being stranded on an island and it’s not really so bad… worse part is hunger. And of course, looking at perfect peering lifts and not having my board. Thinking of my family and friends tonight. I miss them…

Day 4 :No signal out, which means no call for help. They asked for electronics to boost it, so I gave up my cell phone. It’s of no use to me anymore. We’re rationing food and setting up tarps to collect rainwater – should have plenty cause it started to pour again today – out of nowhere, just torrential. I set up a makeshift shelter against a tree. It’s home… for now.

Night 4 :The shrapnel guy is driving us all nuts with his screaming – poor guy. Why hasn’t anyone come to rescue us? I haven’t seen one plane pass overhead. It doesn’t make any sense.

Day 5:Heard a gunshot last night. Who the hell has a gun!? Walt found his dog today – I miss my dog. Took a nap in the shade, white fine sand – feels good except for the twisting pangs of hunger in my stomach. Quit smoking last year, but who the hell cares now – bummed one from this guy named Sawyer. The nicotine satisfied my hunger.

Night 5:Dog woke me up and now I can’t go back to sleep. Some commotion by the fuselage, but I’m too tired to find out what’s going on. Sleeping on the cool sand and the breeze is keeping the bugs away. Now if that dog would just stop barking…

Day 6:We’ve been asked to gather firewood. Wild boars were in the fuselage last night and we have to burn the bodies that are inside. Claire, the pregnant lady who loaned me her pen, is going to hold some kind of memorial. There was another fight today – figures it was Sawyer. Only this time he got into it with the fat guy over peanuts – literally! I have a few extra packages but I’m not sharing them. Is that selfish? The guy in the checkered shirt is going hunting for boars – never had boar meat, but I’m hungry enough to try almost anything....Put on my suit and walked down to the beach for a swim – the water is really beautiful here. The fat guy was down there with a friend trying to spear a fish – what a riot that was – first time I laughed since we crashed! I’m back on the beach now, trying to turn an earring into a fish hook. If I can find something to use for line, I’d be in business.

Night 6:We read the names of the dead tonight – one of them was sitting next me. Surreal – feels like a dream. I can’t believe this is happening. And still can’t believe rescue hasn’t come. The signal fire has been burning for days…