Day 4:

I have come across a tribe of people! At last, a trace of sentinent beings on this island. They do not want me to join their tribe, but I'm perfectly fine with that. They have, however, introduced me to vessels capable of producing sound. Magical. I will be practicing with them in order to learn this art. They have also invited me to an archery competition in two days time. Even though I prefer the hunting method, I'm not doubtful I'll score at least one bullseye.

Asked them about the wreckage, they seemed to have no clue; they seldom venture out of their safety zone. I wonder what other creatures live on this island. Nevertheless, this proves to be a good thing, at least I'll have all the spoils to myself. Considering I found a packet of beans earlier today (which I have started planting at my makeshift base), I must be getting close.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.