Sweet! I havn't recieved any messags yet, but I just sent this one out....


Day 15: I've been on the island for just over two weeks now, but somehow it feels like a decade. Without the companionship of my fellow man, or even any signs of animal life, I feel I will soon go mad. There is no sound but for the gentle lull of the ocean... the wind whispering through the trees. I have seen no signs of rescue. No boat, nor plane has passed in the near vacinity since the landing of my raft. I am all alone. It is doubtful that this message will be recieved, as it seems I've managed to get myself lost in the middle of nowhere. On the other hand...I see a storm approaching. The clouds are dark and of massive proportions. No doubt nature has learned of my intrusion upon these barren shores and she will now unleash her fury upon me. Perhaps the fury of her winds will send this bottle adrift in an area where my story may be told. The storm is nearer now and I must seek shelter. To whomever may recieve this, may God bless you on this fateful day.