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Something really bad has happened. Me and Will are still trying to comprehend it all. We are now, obviously on the island itself, but have no idea how we got here. The last thing I remember is being aboard the ship the day before we decided to go onshore. I had gone to bed later on, so that we would all be set for the big day tomorrow, I had also placed an entry in the journal, the last one until now.
I had woken up to find myself washed ashore, and Will still unconcious a few feet away. There was no sign of our ship, or any of its crew, and still there isnt. It seems that Will and I are stranded for now. We are still at the beach, unsure of our next move. Will suggested we begin what we came here for in the first place. I said that we should settle down first, build a shelter and gather everything we need, it was only the right thing to do. Will agreed, and as I gather all the supplies we'll need, Will is now scouting the shore for any remains from the ship, or any other castaways.
