The Shipwrecked Sailor
Day 4,
I have neglected entry in this journal for the first few days of landfall for fear has had a constant hold on the crew and myself. We crashed upon the shore of this strange island two days ago as the result of a raging storm, and low visibility preventing the sighting of the rocks adjacent to the beach of the island. As the quartermaster, it was my task to know the waters upon which we sail and I thought my decision to sail with the gust was a fine choice. There was no land mass recorded upon the many nautical maps kept within my holding, yet here we are now marooned with diminished hope and a quickly diminishing food supply. Someone or some thing placed this land mass before our vessel, of this I am certain. Upon our initial landfall, the Captain went off with a man to gather wood for fire, but only the man returned with a look of terror upon him. He had trailed away from the Captain, and when they reconvened, the poor man claims to have found him devoid of color and many, leech-like creatures upon, draining him of his life. We laughed at the man's insanity to have claimed that leeches overtook the captain until he claimed they were not leeches but something far more sinister. Upon this, the man was deemed insane and as leading Captain, I elected to have the man bound and await questioning for the murder of our previous leader. The men believe this place to be cursed, but they are of a fanatical and baser mind without food. A dwindling food supply leads men to crazy things; murder least crazy amongst them.
