January,1967 I cant seem to find my way back home.God damn this fog,i even nearly stepped on a pile of horse waste!The captain is going to be fuming,the journey's been delayed for a week now.Ale's all dried up,Margeret's gone with Jim Madeye,why would i even care anymore.A few more days till the day of reprisal,hope i can last that long. July,1969 The village seems to be holding it together,just when it seems to be lost.The remaining crew,Stevens,Hamilton and myself,will find a way out of this island.19 more days till the tribe says the shamans will preform the ritual.Must escape.Must not kill the newborn.Must get out of this island! February,1978 France!!Who would have tought we'll end up in France!The sea was unforgiving,but we survived! May,1981 My book is almost completed.It took me months to touch up,those French editors can be very touchy.I will never forget what Hamilton said on that raft.."Frasc,if we survive this,believe me on these words,you will be the famous one!"..rest in peace my good old friend. November 1981 Making my way back to England.Received a letter from my sister,saying that mother's very ill.Hope the flight's smooth. December,1984 The family's coming well.Age catchy up though.Heading to Melbourne next week.Ive got to say its been a good year,and the second baby's on the way.Maybe i'll name her Apple,that would be a good name.But she wants it to be Allesandria.Not that its not nice,but i'll think Apple sounds more juicier. July,1990 The doctors say ive got another 74hrs.Well,its not much,but i would love to donate my kidneys away.Hope someone reads this when im gone.
diaries can mean alot,and it contains memories tied in knots,
for every entry,it contains meaning,its there for you to spot.
remember the day,month and year,the answers are utterly near,
find them,and my birth rights are for you to plot.
