Simon

            
             I don't even know how long it's been since our plane crashed out at sea. Though it's seems a little strange now, I would expect the longer I've been away from any known civalization, the more I would fret on going home. Being lost out here has made me realized how I really do enjoy the streaking rays of the warm sun waking me up in the morning. Tasting the salt of the ocean that is carried by the cool breeze that pushes against my face like the spinning fan on a midsummers day, as I walk along the beach. Watching the florescent colors of the jungle when the sun shines it's light upon it is almost like being in the north pole watching the auroras at night. Listening to the beautiful melodies of the tropical birds singing and chirping as they go about their business, careless to my presence, this island truly is paradise. I quiver to the thought of what might happen to this island if we stay on any longer. Although to Jack and his mob of hunters, this spec of land seems to be a playground, a place where they have the need to be destructive. Who knows we may be stuck on this island for the rest of our lives, strange though it seems; to me, no one including Jack has, you could say pondered about this. But with there reckless behaviour I don't think they have. I must admit even though Iam injoying my self I fret for my companions and my self.