James' diary
12 May
I have been on this desert island for three days. I haven't found food or fresh water yet.
I have been sailing with my father when suddendly there was a storm and the boat sank. Quickly, I have taken a life buoy and I have shipwrecked on this island, this desert island.
Now, I survive alone without food and fresh water somewhere in the Indian Ocean.
26 May
I can't sleep on this wet ground. This huge storm disorder my sleep. I drink the water on the treeleaf.
I can't leave, the waves are mortal they can kill me!
If you ever find my note please send help.
JAMES ROBERT, A SHIPWRECKED
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