It’s been nearly two weeks since I washed up on the shore of this damnable island. At first, I thanked Gozreh for my luck – here was solid ground, plenty of fresh water, and a bounty of jungle fruit and wild game to hunt. Yet now, I wonder if Gozreh was in fact angered at me, and placed these bounties upon this island as but a treachery to extend my survival. I have seen no sign of sail on the horizon, and the strange noises in the jungle grow closer each night. I shall leave this message at my campsite – if it is found by would-be rescuers, do not seek me out in the jungle, for I will have doubtless found the source of the strange howling and will be beyond salvation.