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Day 8 Morning:
We spent the night in decontamination last night. It
was procedure. The doctor is going to excuse us this
afternoon. Well, We'll be back after lunch.
Day 8 Afternoon:
We're back on the ship being sent to the big rock. It
seems we all got some sort of disease from bad fish,
that vampmonkey, or maybe it was the shared insulin
syringe the final four of us used. There was only one
on the ship. We couldn't help it. The disease is
very odd. The doctor has never seen anything like it.
Oh well. To the big rock we'll go. Hey at least they
have a Wal-Mart.
Day 8 Night:
I could swear I heard the laugh of Dirk and his voice
saying, "I did it". I wonder what that meant. It
kind of spooked me. Oh well, at least I have my Maxim
Posters. Goodnight.
Day 9:
Young Tantos lost hope last night and swam to the
Harpies. He said in a letter that he was going to be
a hero before he died. He's clever. He must've
thought of something.
Day 10:
I found all the Harpies dead this morning. Young
Tantos was dead along with them. He had found a way
to spread the disease to them and speed up the process
of it. Clever boy. I will fulfill his final request
by telling everyone he was a hero. Retados and I are
alone. We must either live on or die. It's a tough
decision. Maybe will find some not-so-vicious women
and settle down here on the big rock.
Day 11:
We saw a band of young children on the East side of
the island today. They were chanting the name
"Piggy". Then we heard screams. Hmm, we better stick
to the West side. We need food. Retados went
hunting. He should be back soon. (Six hours later) I
found Retados's liver in pieces in a cave. It
could've been a vampmonkey, or those darn kids and
their piggy. Well I'm alone. This is a pain in the
wooden posterior. I'll just go off somewhere and die
or write novels. This is my final entry. Let it be
known I stayed with my crew to the end.
Day 12:
I lied. I couldn't kill myself or write novels. I
decided to make a plot for a movie. I think I'll call
it "Big Rock Massacre", or "Returning to Life Only To
Be Shunned by a Quack Medical Staff Who Sent Me to Die
on a Wretched Island With No Lights, No Phones, and No
Motor Cars." I think it will go if I add some
characters. Well this is my real final entry. If you
get this bottled message and decide to publish it give
the money to my good friend on the mainland, his name
is Jason Sinkhorn. Also give him credit for writing
it and the copyright. Thank you.
This is the Journal of:
Captain Jack Eugene Thomas Lintin Michael
Samuel Ledito Timdiop James William Scott McManus
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