Diary Fragments

One hundred and fifth day after the shipwreck No, the 105th day was two weeks ago. Or was it three weeks? Cannot remember. I am lost. Bram and Mitchell left me after all. Abandoned. Sailed away. Yes, they left. Sailed awa-a-ay. I stayed here. Together with their belongings. Over there. I buried it. I hid it until they come back. They will come back for me, right? They will. They surely will. I left the ruins. It is even scarier out there. Far worse than before. Now I can hear their voices even in daylight. Like they are wafting form the grave. Thudding. They are coming. I can feel it. Where is my amulet? I need amulets. More amulets. They will protect.