Day 5:

I have doodled a map of a large portion of the island, and located water sources, fruit sources as well as places-I-would-prefer-never-to-visit-ever-again. There is a clay source nearby so I got a few handfuls, and am starting to build up my base at a small grassy, shaded corner on high ground. Going to try building a well tomorrow.

Found a few books nearby. Really, do these things drop from the sky? A ship can't possibly leave things this much into the island, so it has to be a plane. But if its so big, why is it so difficult to find? Anyway, while I was waiting for the clay to dry, started reading about mythology. Zeus is a bastard.

Oh, lightning storm looming overhead, I'd better find a few leaves to protect my clay.

Azazyl

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