Animals we be

warning, unshown but implied cannibalism

Evidence: Journals of alan percivial smithson and William ty-kell Robertson 

Report: found on a deserted island,writings very old appearing to be from twenty first century, almost two hundred years ago ,  journal very torn and and worm eaten but still readable 

Significance: two hundred year old murder.

contents of journals are a follows

Journal of Alan 

Day one 

This cruise will be very exciting! They say it goes Deep into the pacific islands and shows us many new things! William will be accompanying me on this trip, he is my oldest and dearest friend, and I think together we will have a wonderful time!

Day two 

I woke up early this morning to walk on the deck, nice and sunny out with clouds, the sky is gorgeous! Along with the sunrises! William accompanied me on my walk, as we walked the talk was  of wonderful things, we then went to breakfast, delicious!. Afterwards we explored the ship and we saw many things, including some dark looking clouds off in the distance, but nobody seemed worried about them, so why should I Worry?

day four

 Terrible storm has arisen, waves like mountains, cascading over the rails, the storm thunders like Zeus himself is angry. Lighting flashes in he sky like jagged smiles grinning at our possible demise. The captain has ordered  us all  on the main deck and to put on life vests, i will bring my journal with me to document the event, I’m sure this will pass and and everything will be fine 

day five

The most terrible thing has happened!! The ship was wrecked and me and William were the only survivors! It was horrible! The engines exploded and water flooded the underside of the boat, i still remember the people screaming for help in the night and then their blurbing noises as they drowned, and now me and William are stranded on a lifeboat at sea. Fortunately I have my best friend in the whole wide world with me, and together we can get through this

Day six

It’s been one full day at sea, I’m unbelievably bored, there is nothing to do

and now the hunger comes, nagging at me, beating me, ripping the very organ in my chest right out, i have not eaten all day.  But William keeps the spirit alive by telling jokes and talking with me, he is a good man and a amazing friend, i cannot understand why so he would be drivin to the insanity of eating another man. for wiiam is a very kind person, many a person would walk and talk and eat with him, he knows how to help people just the way they need.good old William, a true gem 

Day seven

We’re at an island now, our lifeboat landed there today, we’ve managed to find some food, and we have eaten very little of the coconuts we found as there are not many, we will explore deeper into the jungle of the island as time goes on,hopefully we can survive 

Day eight

We have explored deeper into the jungle, night get cold on the beach, so we were forced into the protection of the canopy. The night is terrifying, with the trees branches popping out from all sides like the crooked fingers of monsters in the night, somthing rustles in the bushes, setting my heart into A succession of brutal thumps. The night was the heardest as i felt the entire world fall upon me, as though god himself had forsaken me, with the stakes so high, i fear for my life, terror pulsing tough my veins i can feel my mind slipping. Until suddenly that moment comes 

and then i am crying, can you imagine that? A fully grown man crying! Shameful!

but i cannot help it, and the tears keep coming until William slides over to me, he asked if i was ok, and comforted me, saying just the right thing 

“we may die,yes,but we die as brothers” as usual Willam came through

Day nine 

today we went to work on the business of survival, i recall a class i used to take,a survival one, as a lad, and we have one mor advantage, William and i used to be very versed in the topic of survival as boys, if only we can remember our knowledge, today we headed into the jungle to find a fiber based plant, when indent one we split it into strips using out fingers then, taking a rock, we began to begin the flintknapping process, in which you use another rock to split razor thin strips of the bottom by smacking the two rocks together, with the “hammer” stone hitting the “anvil” stone at a specific angle  after achieving this after several tries, we used the newly Made stone “caveman knife” and split. A short stick, down the middle from the vertical top. We then forced the “knife” down between the split, and then tied it off with the fibers. Out first knife was complete we did the same with with another and then set to work making a weighted club which consisted of a similar idea to the knife but instead of forcing a sharpened rock we force a rock, about four inches long to an inch wide down the split. And then tie it off at the top above the rock and below the rock then in an x pattern across the rock. We did the Sam again  and soon we had two weighted clubs, this took much of the morning, and we still had much more to complete, a pronged spear, we took a long stick and split it down the middle an then forced a rock deep into the split, forcing the two “prongs” apart, we then shared the prongs,  we now had a a “rodent stick” or “rabbit stick” walking to a burrow. Nearby, then commenced the hunting, we drove the spear deep into the ole until we felt it make contact with the animal, twisting so the stick caught itself within the animal fur, we yanked the now visible mole out of its hole, we then beat it to death with our clubs, that took care of dinner, as the mole was considerable in size, as for sublime nuts, we found more coconut trees, i laugh as i think of this classical deserted island food

i think we are going to be ok

Day twenty 

He first  days we a. success, the animals for his forest have never seen  man before so  were easy to kill and beat to death, but the animals began to be more cautious, and as the days dragged on we began to to starve, we ran out of food of yesterday i am hungry like never before, i wish i had food, but i dont , William keeps my spirits up, talking and laughing with  me, even as u stomachs growl and our pounds drop and deaths scythe begins to come closer,I dont cry anymore, for we May die , but we will die as brothers 

Day thirty 

 No more water, we can’t get a fire started, it is torture, I am sallow and small with my ribs poking through, i know many people who despise there bellies and wish the would go away, but i miss my baby fat now, I miss my lost fatness. Me and William talk of better times as we die, I couldn’t ask for a better BROTHER to die by

Day thirty five 

Death is imminent, as we lie here dying, i worry about William,he suddenly seems antisocial,Ike he is losing hope, i have prepared inspirational things to tell him, and will tell him them tonight,i will remind him we are brothers and we will die toether, if anyone ever finds this journal, i give my love to William, my brother, who helped me throug the the  hard times, here comes William i wil talk to him now

Journal two: Willam ty-kell Robertson 

Day one 

I am going on a cruise. I have asked my lifetime friend, Alan Perceval smithson, to join me, i can only imagine the happy times that are ahead, the laughing, the talking, I couldn’t ask for a better freind o spend the next few weeks with

Day two 

 Went on a walk this morning the sky was beautiful, the copper orange sun rising high in the sky, barley a flash in the distance, the blue sky was tinged with red and pink, and the clouds rolled and played in the sky, it was beuitful, breakfast was amazing, gs and bacon, with biscuits on the side. Afterwards we had a look around the ship, we saw the boiler rooms, the main decks, the staterooms, and the observation area, as we headed back to our room, we noticed some pretty dark thunderclouds in the distance normally i would worry but Alan seems calm, so it’ll be ok

Day four

a storm has come, the rain hammers upon us as we trudge out to the main deck were life jackets are being distributed.

i am terrified

Day five

 We are shipwrecked, he most terrifying  thing ever to occured as occured, people are dead all around me as i write this, there embodies liter the water their skin swollen and there eyes lifeless, i feel broken, as though the sky is falling on my head, constant butterflies rustle in my stomach 

i am beyond terrified

Day six

As w sit in the water, i feel bored, however Alan seems to b taking it harder than me. As he i down, i decided to do what I do best: get him laughing. We told jokes all day, eve though we are massively screwed, at least we dont die alone

Day seven

We may have hope after all.

We have landed at an island,  stoke of massive luck, we need and sang around. The islands here’s for an our, then set to work on the business of survival

there is little food on the island, at least close to shore.

we will explore the island further tomorrow 

Day eight

We explored the jungle further today we built a shelter out of trees and sticks, creating  a lean-to. When night fell, I looked over and Alan was crying,  i don’t blame him, I’m pretty close to crying myself, i tired to help him iwth some comforting words , i told him that even if we die, we will die as brothers, and brothers never forsake another

Day nine

 Set to work today making all manner of survival weapnary, clubs, flintknapped knives, spears, and set to work killing and eating game in this jungle 

Day twenty

We ae going to die, i can feel it death is  close, i can feel the raspy breath of the grim reaper as he comes closer  and closer, we wil die unless….

no it’s unthinkable, I dismiss the thought IMMEDIATELY.

Day twenty two

 Can’t get the thought out of my mind,  days go on, and we starve more and more, I can’t help but think this though.

Day twenty three

I can’t bear it anymore, i must voice my though, there is only one way for me to survive

if i eat Alan, its horrilble, it makes me  want to throw up . At first but as the days go on, the idea becomes appetizing 

Day twenty four

The idea of eating Alan is becoming a. possibility, though i dont want to do it, i have reasoned it will be the only option for survival one last meal.

Day thirty

I’m going to do it, my skull critically shows in y face, and my arms are small, but i can do it, i have a rock i will use, to do the deed

Any thirty five

I’m ding it today, tonight,  I can’t bear to imagine his screams and pain, but i must do it to survive, love you to death as my brother Alan, but better you than me

night has fallen, it is time