Journal 1 The heat is scorching. I can barely see all the sweat dripping in my eyes. There are enormous green trees and vines everywhere, resembling a magnificent jungle. I can see a lagoon; the water is a beautiful light shade of blue. The grass smells of dirt and it is a radiant green. As I’m sitting on a boulder, the harsh reality is starting to sink in that no adults are here. I am not sure anyone else is here however, there was the pilot, but I doubt he would have survived the crash. I do hope there are other boys or I might get lonely and who knows what lurks on the island, especially at night. It would be nice to have some company right now. I think I might go for a little swim, it will help me relax and cool off. I need to collect my…show more content… Will it be cold at night? Are there any beasts on the island with me? There are so many unknown factors. I do hope some of the other boys survived. Mother always said to try to think positively in any situation. I was a Boy Scout when I was five, and I did it for a couple of years. I learned how to start a fire and how to tell the difference between poisonous berries and edible ones. I have a couple of useful skills. I am currently trying to decide if I should stay where I am or maybe go exploring and start looking for others. One of the things that is holding me back is that I saw a rather large snake when I was walking through the luscious jungle. I would honestly rather just stay put and wait for either a sign or a call, maybe someone else can start a fire and signal the others. I am enjoying swimming in this lagoon, it is helping me process everything and sort some things out. Before I got in the lagoon I had taken off all my clothes and now I wonder if I should put them back on or make some homemade clothes with leaves and vines. For now, I will stick with my T-shirt and jeans shorts. That is weird, I hear almost a trumpet-like sound coming from the other side of the
