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Day 6

Been a couple days since I wrote. No biggie, I've been keeping track of the days. Found one of the softer rocks leaves marks, so I can write with it. I'm keeping the days marked off on one of the boulders near where the trees start. That way when help DOES arrive, I can point to it and bitch them out for taking so damn long.

Eh, that's probably unfair to anycreature looking for me. That's assuming anycreature's looking to begin with. That ship went down pretty fast, so they might not have gotten an SOS out. There's a happy thought. Not!

So, I think I figured out why I started writing pervy on the last page. It's been awhile since I've hooked up, even before I got shipwrecked. The dry spell's leaving me pent up.

Do girls get wet dreams? I think I might be, at least. Dunno what the dreams were about, but the past couple nights I woke up with my hand down my pants and a big wet stain in my undies. Might have to start sleeping bottomless if this keeps happening, else I'll wreck what's left of my pants.

Yeah yeah, I know that folks are likely reading this right now and the prudes are all up in arms, but I don't give a shit. This griffon has nothing to hide, and never has. If I wanna talk about how wet my cunt was this morning, I'm fucking gonna. Deal with it.

Sexy dreams aside, though, I think all the time away from civilization (and my social media) is getting to me. Last night, I had another fire going, and was trying to get to sleep. The night before that I thought it was just the waves on the beach mixed with the sound of the fire crackling, but tonight I decided it's definitely not that.

It sounds like a bunch of weird whispering. It'd kick in whenever I was about to go to sleep. You know that feeling when you're just about to sleep then it feels like you're falling and you're wide awake and scared shitless? Yeah it was like that, but with whispering instead of falling.

After two nights of that in a row it's starting to piss me off. No idea where it's coming from either. Looked all around my shelter, and I even grabbed a lit stick from the fire and scanned the edge near the trees. If there's somecreature else on this island and they've decided to start fucking me WITH me, I'm gonna find them and put my foot up their ass so far, they'll taste sneakers for a week.

On the plus side, I've FINALLY got some protein in me. Took some more of that dark rock and made another knife. Then I used some strips from my jacket to secure it to one of the longer, sturdier sticks in my stockpile. After that I just had to look around the beach for some of those crabs I've seen skittering around. Speared one right through the gut, then a couple more.

This is great! I'll try wading out into the water and seeing if I can find some fish later. For now, I had a dinner of crab legs just like fucking royalty. I only stuck with the legs and claws, because I vaguely remember something about stuff in the crab's body being poisonous. I'll try to figure that out eventually.

Not everything worked the way I wanted it, though. I tried to make a hatchet this afternoon, so I could cut down some trees. It was ugly as a motherfucker, and after just two swings against a nearby palm tree it came apart. Trial and error fucking sucks.

Still, it's really cool how all my Junior Speedsters training has come back to me in the past couple of days. Even with the stuff that has been trial and error, I'm getting the hang of it pretty quick. The Speedsters didn't trust foals with weapons, so we didn't get to learn how to make sharp pointy stuff like my new spear. Wonder what else I'll teach myself while I'm out here?

Anyways, I'm full of crab legs and a bunch of tropical fruits I have no name for, and I'm ready to sleep. Already kicked off my shorts and briefs (I will NOT call them "panties"), so if I cream myself in my sleep again, I don't have an even bigger stain to try and rinse out. Kinda weird feeling my bare ass on these palm leaves, but I'll manage.

Catch you later, whenever I feel like writing more stuff down.

-Gilda