Our bullets angered them! One of them turned its massive jaws on us!

The raft was destroyed. Hans and my uncle were picked off and eaten. By a miracle I was merely injured, before being thrown off in the chaos.

I managed to cling to the wreckage of the raft. After drifting for days, half unconscious, I was washed up on the shore.

I don't think I will survive my injuries. Besides, all our ladders and supplies are gone. So I write this as a warning to others. Keep away! If you value your life, keep away!


And what if I'm wrong. What if I survive down here a little longer, with no food or medicine or technology of any kind? What will I do? You tell me!