Chapter Seven

August 6, 1580

It has been six days since we started our journey. The crew was beginning to go mad.

The island was hot and humid, and we had not seen a single drop of rain since the crash. Luckily we were able to find a river by the second day of our journey. We obtained some fresh water to carry with us. It has lasted us the past four days, but we’ll soon run out.

As for food we’ve found some fruits; that so far have been edible, and a few small animals. They were strange creatures, none of us had ever come across them before. They didn't taste that good, but it was food.

Rowan and I had grown closer over the last few days. Despite the circumstances our banter was still as jake, as it had been on the ship. He created a distraction, and a sense of normalcy during this harsh reality, that we would not survive the island for long.

The day was mostly normal, we walked, set up camp, made a fire, scavenged for food, ate, and mostly slept. The only thing out of ordinary was Rowan once again disappearing.