Thomas
English

September 1Oth Day 41

I can't stand this anymore; this life is becoming a nightmare for me. Since I capsized with my boat on this island I am only eating coconuts and drinking their milk. I feel tired of life. Far on the ocean I still see the fishing boats from the native tribe who must be living on the other side of the island. On my side there is no reef, so it is too dangerous to go into the water, and it would be impossible to reach the open sea by boat.

Knowing that this could be my death, I decided to go through the forest and to search the tribe. Unluckily, I had underestimated the heat. After one hour of walking I fell on my knees. I thought I was going to die, and the worst thing was that I did not even care anymore.

When 1 woke up, I was in a hut, planted in the lagoon.

Around me are ten women. They give me everything I want. Fish and all sorts of exotic fruits. This is like in paradise. From outside, I can hear somebody shouting and crying. Maybe half an hour later the women go outside and come back with a piece of meat in each one's hand. I start to understand all this. I have to save my life. This is a cannibal tribe! I have to escape! My only chance is to steal a boat this night. I hope this is not the last time I am writing in this diary.