(c) Elke Kemna Day 1
Today I start with the records.
The flood has brought one of the many boxes on land.
What treasure! In a copper casket there were writing materials, oil cloth wrapped in paper and board book. The last entry was the captain of 13 April 1894th
How much time had elapsed? Maybe two weeks, maybe more? I do not know.
No one survived the storm. They have all been washed overboard or tied to the masts, miserably drowned when the boat upturned on coral reef stranded. Only the dog was with me the saving achieved floating island.
Smurre! My faithful companion.
Day 2
I repeatedly swam to the wreck. It threatens to break apart. When I popped down to the galley, I discovered the ship's cook. Lashed rocked his body softly, as if he were still weighing the singing of the sailors. Poor guy.
I only took a knife and the copper kettle. Shortness of breath drove me back up. The ship
cried and moaned in the raging waves. A few times I popped down to the berth in the forecastle, got all sorts of useful and swam several times with my treasures back to the island and back to the ship.
It will soon be dark. My wounds burn horribly. This damned salt water. I should probably enjoy a few days break.
Day 3
Smurre brought me this morning a dead monkey. Panting, the dog stood in front of me. We both knew what to do with the journeymen. So I threw him into the sea.
The ship is gone! It had to be broken apart and sunk in the night. Before that, it still had
Soren and the cook released. They drove in the shallow waters of the lagoon. I have buried away on the beach.
Day 6
My hunger for meat is indescribable. On the island there is enough fruit to quench my thirst. But they make more and more appetite for fried food. Smurre often brings dead, gray Fell creatures with big bright eyes. They have bushy, black-and-gray striped tails. Whether you can eat them? The dog certainly seems to be full. Sometimes I hear him barking from somewhere. Later, he stretches and panting happily at my feet.
Day 12 The last day I was feverish and too weak to write. Diarrhea plagued me and I had to vomit for days.
The rain has finally stopped. For weeks the first time I see a sunset. Tomorrow I will penetrate with Smurre further into the interior. There must be a source somewhere, because the dog never drinks from the collected rainwater.
day 14 hours we have a small Lake found. I bathed for the first time in months. Herrlich. Smurre barked excitedly on the edge. He 'was scary. It was much nicer than the salt water in which he raged elsewhere. Later I discovered a huge tree, under the red, furry fruit with slippery skin layers. Cautiously, I tried a few of them. The flesh tasted fermented sour. But I'm still good.
day 209
Many of my records are destroyed. On the last night there was a terrible storm. A lightning bolt struck in the tree next to my house. I was able to save only a little before my laboriously built hut burned down. Unfortunately, many records and the log have been destroyed. Had I but only included in the box. But I'm burning pieces of wood recovered and am now sitting here on a crackling fire. Smurre go tomorrow and I hunt monkeys. No raw, slippery fish more. Finally meat!
211 days
The monkey tasted disgusting. The dog did not like him. He continues to hunt fur animals, and eat it with pleasure. I just got back in the lagoon fish caught with a sharpened branch and fried. Delicious. They taste much better than the raw, lukewarm meat from which I lived before. I talk a lot with Smurre and sing him songs. Now I hide my writings at nighttime, safe wrapped in oiled paper, outside the Hut in a copper casket.
228 days I have to deal economically with the paper. I describe even the backs. My new cottage is almost ready. Broken branches are there in the inland enough. In between, I braid huge leaves and leafy branches. I created a stock of red fruits. If they are a couple of days in the sun, has its pleasure, almost like rum diluted with water, sometimes I'll also be incredibly sad and lonely.
Every day I go to the sea. Perhaps at some point will pass a ship? I write only when something important happens.
321 days
Today I circled the island and searched Smurre. Day before yesterday night heard I scared him somewhere barking and howling. He is so far not returned.
I'm desperate. Who should I entertain myself now?
Smurre 329 days is dead I have found his decomposing body. Giant flies showed me the path. He was, not twenty yards from my dwelling, in the thicket. Poor Smurre. What had happened to him? I buried him there, where I found him. So he remains, at least in my area.
337 days I'm getting crazy. For a few days, I do not talk with me, answer me but apparently without me realize that I am. One of my votes seems to change. This morning she asked me broken Danish, if I wanted to drink tea. The voice called Soren. I cursed, that there would be no tea. Shortly after, I found the copper kettle of boiling water from the pond, swam in the green tea leaves on the fire. What may be the get there?
Soren? Somewhere I know the name. I forgot about it.
352 days
Soren is now accessible here. Sometimes I see him. But usually he hides behind the hut. I do not know where he comes. When I asked him, he threatened to go away and never come back. So silent, and I find it nice to sit in the evening by the fire and sing with his old songs for children.
day 360
while ago I saw a dark Spot far out at sea. He did not move and remained constant until dusk in the same place. It must be a ship. Probably it is at anchor. If it's still there tomorrow, I'll swim across. If I drown, which would still be better than to die here.
362 days
The ship has disappeared in the distance. I cried terribly when I was in the bay. Soren has consoled me and promised me to stay now always visible. He is so sweet. Tomorrow we will go together to swim in the sea. I am afraid of big waves. Storm is brewing. But he just laughs. It will save me even if it is dangerous, he says. And he will again with me to the sunken wreck diving. It lies deep in the coral reef .. We must complain our bodies to come down, he says. He's right. Then we could make it.
"Hey, over here! Come on, children come here! I've discovered something! Lisa! Michael! "
Lisa made her way through the dense undergrowth.
"What, Dad?" Have you found a monkey? "
" no. He would roar with my long gone. Where Michael is gone? "
" The cat is back to back swimming. He has fear of snakes. You know that. What have you discovered, Papa? "
"Look. A very old copper box. He is completely discolored. This is called verdigris. What is in it as well? The box is so incredibly difficult ...
And look over there! There lies a dented kettle. Quite green. The stuff must be rotten here long before him. Funny that it is not overgrown. "
" Pappii! I'm hungry! Let us sail back to the hotel. Throw the stupid things off. Join Now. I want to get away from this stupid island! "
Lisa pulled Mr. Smith from the thicket to the beach. They saw how tightly clutched a young, tanned man in a sword of the catamaran and talked with Michael. When they close A sailor came, he turned away and swam out to sea.
"What was he doing with you?"
"Oh, leave me alone, curious bitch! You have to know everything? To "
" Michael, listen to annoy your sister. Tell me, what did the young man?
"Oh, the. He's crazy. His name is Sören and lives on the island. And he thinks that we should stay here tonight because a terrible storm rears. We would never make it to the neighboring island and our hotel. "
" I do not understand. The sky is perfectly clear and we have hardly any wind. Come, children, help with and pushes the boat. We Sail back. I'm hungry. In the light breeze we need at least three-hour period. "
The three arrived at the hotel. Neither their bodies nor the cat were ever found.
seen since that day, the tourists from the hotels, before the first major typhoon at the beginning of the rainy season, appear a small island far out at sea. Framed by the first heavy rain clouds, it is widely visible. Beautiful songs sound over the water. Clear and bright, singing children and several deep male voices accompanying them. Who listens to the lake turns in quickly to reach the safe harbor. Shortly after the storm begins
. A few days later
disappears and the island is only a year later seen when the monsoon begins on New
(c) Elke Kemna
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