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Day 157
It's been five months since the ship wreck. None of us even though the three-hour tour would put us on this desert isle. Good thing for us the Skipper was brave and sure and the mate was a mighty sailing lad.
We knew there was a problem with the weather got rough and our tiny ship was tossed. Thankfully, the crew was fearless or the ship would've been lost.
I parted company with the seven castaways after a few weeks. The movie star was gorgeous, but a tease and high on herself. The farm girl was hot, but seemed oblivious to the ways of the world. The rest of them were nice, but complete mental cases. They built great shelters instead of using the effort and materials to repair the ship. SMH...they could've BUILT a new ship.
No phones, lights, or any car, I went to the far side of the island. I'm as comfortable as Robinson Crusoe even though it's primitive.
I'll continue sending messages in a bottle until someone rescues me.
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