Day One.
There isn't much to say. I'm trapped, slowly drifting further away from that godforsaken rock. I could swim back to it, but I hold hope that sooner or later, someone will find their way to me. Besides, the lurking shadows under the water's surface are far from comforting.
Anything of real note, I've added to my official report, but for now, I'm using the back pages of this notepad to document my own dammed thoughts, which currently are consisting of two main things. Food, and water.
I have no doubt this will be over in a matter of hours, and I can toss this page into the endlessly lapping waves before the day is done. Mind you, nobody told me if the days here are the same as the days back home.
In any case, I'll sit, and wait, and hope… Hope that shortly my feet will be planted on solid rock, and not drifting through an everlasting ocean.
Day Two.
My hopes seem to have fallen on deaf ears. Nobody has come.
The sun set for what seemed like mere minutes, before appearing on the horizon, gently beginning its slow rise into the cloudless sky. The cave is still in sight, a mere blip on the horizon. Every minute I drift so slightly away from it. I doubt now that an attempt to swim to it would be much use.
The shadows under the surface are still here. Some the size of my arm, others, at a guess, the size of sharks. I took the liberty of adding a much more detailed report into my official documents, but even now I come to realise that perhaps there isn't much point in adding to that anyway.
I tried filling my bottle from the ocean earlier, the water tasted much like our own sea water, just more… Acidic. I guess I'll pray for rain, not that any prayers seem to come true in this godforsaken watery hell.
Day Three.
So thirsty, thirsty enough that the hunger has gone away. I tried to capture one of the smaller shadows that was lurking by the side of my vessel. I almost fell into the water, and barely had the strength to pull myself back in. I will try again soon, if my strength recovers.
Thought of rescue is gone, and I only wonder now, if anyone will ever find these pages.
I see her face when I close my eyes, and I hope, I pray, I stay alive to see it one last time.
Day Four.
Annabelle, I'm sorry.
Yours Always,
Elijah.