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Day 3

Nagai Sho. That’s my name. I hope I don’t forget it. I’ve heard a lot of stories about how stranded sailors turn up insane when they are found after months or years of being shipwrecked. I hope I don’t end up like them. I know that journal entries are supposed to start with “1” or something. But this is technically my third day on this abandoned island. Or at least it looks abandoned…

The ship got sunk by that freakish storm the other day and I found myself washed up here a couple of days ago. Some of the debris came with me, but no other person. I don’t know if anyone else survived.

So far, I’ve gathered rope, a large part of the fabric from our sails that somehow came out in one piece, and writing materials that I’m using for this. I never knew our crates and barrels were so water-tight. A chest got washed up too. Probably from the Captain’s cabin. I haven’t opened it.

Funny thing, I found a whole crate of rum as well. Full bottles and all. I can’t even drink.

Day 4

Did a bit of exploration. I figured that this used to be a fishing village when I woke up on the first day. Quite hard to miss that fact when stilted houses lined the shore and the cliffs. Those that were right by the beach, at least. For good reason too. The tide comes in quite high. Needless to say, I am taking shelter in one of the beachfront houses whenever the tide rises at night.

I say that it’s a fishing village, but oddly enough, I haven’t found any boats. If the inhabitants left the island, I suppose that would explain it. Otherwise… Well, I haven’t seen any dead bodies. Let’s just assume that they took the boats and left the island. Speaking of bodies, none have washed up on shore yet.

Anyway, about the exploration. I went inland, as far as I could, and found a spring on the way. I guess that’s the source of freshwater for this place. I went into most of the houses too, to see what I could salvage. There was flint, rusted knives, some clothes, blankets. There’s quite a bit lying around. I suppose the previous inhabitants left in a hurry. Can’t help but wonder why.

Come to think of it, I noticed a cave on the other end of the beach this afternoon, when the tide was low. I thought I saw someone there. Maybe it’s just my imagination.

Day 6

Found a barrel of apples this morning. A nice surprise. That’ll feed me well enough for quite a while, assuming they won’t spoil. I’ll have to figure that one out.

One thing that happened today; I went into the cave. There were some things in there, trinkets and stuff. Someone’s definitely been in there recently because I found the Captain’s gold compass in there. I wanted to take it but I felt someone staring at me. Fucking creepy. I heard no one. I saw no one.

I left after that. Went fishing. Did miserably. At least I ended up with one fish the size of my palm. Quite proud of that though, actually. At least I have apples to go with that. I should probably eat the bruised ones first.

There’s something strange about this island though. I’m curious but part of me doesn’t really want to know.

Oh, I switched my trousers and shirt for the traditional robes I found in some of the houses. Frankly, they’re more comfortable. But I can see why they’re not worn out at sea. The fabric reaches close to the ground and billows around in the wind. I’d say they’re far too prone to getting wet.

Day 7

I’m spooked. There was a bag of shellfish and quite a few fishes outside the house this morning. There’s definitely someone else on this island.