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Lost.....an epic adventure
Posted Tue Jun 29, 2010 10:25 PM
My name is Jameson Harvey, I am a lawyer from Los Angeles California. I have had the most intense week of my life. I am writing this journal in the event I don't come out of this alive. I am very unsure about the coarse this adventure is going to take. My nerves are unraveled, I am shaken and not at all able to decerne the outcome of my predicament.
It all started on a boat that belongs to my friends uncle. His name is Lewis Johnson. The friend that is, the uncle's name.... who cares, he is a pompass ass, and only cares about 2 things in his life, sex and money, he has little of both. As I was saying, we were on his boat in the keys south of Florida, we were on a summer retreat, a getaway.... aka.... party. It started out fun and all, lots of music, girls and the usuall coctails. Ok, fine BEER. Anyway as I was saying, we were out on the water having a good time, dancing, holding the girl in my arms wondering what might come of this time spent enjoying her presence. Her skin was tanned, her hair blonde with dark roots, her lips, so full, so lucious, so completely ready for my kiss. Holding her close, smelling her sweet scent gave me feelings beyond compare, beyond description. As we danced and talked suddenly we noticed the skyline growing dark, ominous, the breeze turned into a stiff wind, we knew there was a storm approaching and we decided to head into shore and continue the retreat (party) at the condo.
Before we could get the anchor up and the boat turned towards land, the winds became very fierce, brutal, throwing the boat side to side, twisting us like a top. I have never seen the true power of a storm until that day. I will never again doubt the fury, the wrath, the suddeness of still waters turned to into a massive wave of fierceness, unwielding, an unbelievable dangerous force of nature. We had no idea what was happening, we couldn't tell where we were or how to get back to shore. We tried the radio to call the Coast Guard but no response from anyone, just silence, unusual silence. We just held on for our lives, grasping the water soaked rails, windtorn and battered by the massive raging storm. I tried to remain in control, in charge if you will, but inside I was afraid, my insides, deep inside of me were frozen with feelings of fear and unyielding terror, I felt I might die that day, but I also knew I had to help the girls and my friend survive what was unfolding before us. That was the last memory and thought I have. I remember nothing else other than waking up on shore with a pounding headache either from a hangover or hitting my head on something hard.
Waking on the shore, getting my senses back, I got to my knees, looking around at the sereen beauty of the beach, trees and mountain peaks of the Island I washed up on. I felt the gritty, hot, white sand forcing its way through my fingers and toes, it felt good to my frozen hands and feet. I was tired, cold and not at all sure of where I was. I felt it was time to get up, to find the strength inside of me, to search myself for the courage to carry on and find the answers I so fully longed for. I called out to my friend Lewis, but got no response. I yelled for the girls, again nothing but silence, ominous, dreadfull silence. The kind of silence that quickens your heartbeat, yet stops you in your tracks, giving you a deep dreadful feeling of total and complete solitude. I got myself up on my feet, walking like the hot, white, gritty sand was needles piercing my flesh, burning my feet like seering hot coals. I went from a fast walk to a heated run trying to get to shade to cool my feet from the blistering hot sand. I got to the edge of the beach near the palm trees. The shade felt good, it cooled my feet and my body from the hot brilliant sun, the sun raining down hot amber rays of light, soaking deep into my skin, warming me from the outside in, in deep, down to even my very deepest parts.
After cooling my feet, I decided to venture out, testing the sand with every step, easing my way out onto the beach. I looked all around me, again calling desperately for my friend and the girls, but no answer from any of them. Where could they be, what kind of fate had they been subject to? What happened to them in the midst of the raging storm? Did its fury, its appetite devour them, take them under to the dark cold depths of the massive uncharted ocean? I couldn't even imagine what their destiny may be. But I was finding my inner strength, and my deep desire to continue on, to go forth into my untold adventure. I knew my chances were slim, my skills were not up to the challenge that awaits me, but that wasn't going to stop me from finding a way out of the situation that was keeping me captive, hostage in its mighty, overpowering grip.
I spent the next few hours searching the beach for any signs of my friends or the fate of the ship that kept us safe from the depths of the ocean, the cold, blue deep. Finally after hours of searching I found a bag the washed up on shore. It wasn't mine, it may have belonged to one of the girls who were on the boat with us.I emptied its contents, spilling them out on the sand, invading the privacy of the owner of the bag. There was nothing of much use in the bag, other than a waterlogged notebook, a pen and a bunch of cosmetic products. As much as I like to look pretty, I decided not to use the makeup. But, after a few hours of drying in the volotile sunlight, the notebook was dry enough to capture the black, gel ink that the elegent blue pen provided. It gave me a source for entering my journal, my unfolding story, my deepest thoughts and adventures.
I continued my exploration of the vast beach, being careful not to injure myself on any sharp objects or accidentally stepping on crabs, jellyfish or any other creatures or things one may find on an ocean beach. I also found that I had a need for a restroom of sorts, I wont go into any detail there. It must be around mid-day from what I can tell by the position of the hot, seering, yellow sun. I wanted to explore the entire island to see if there was any sign of life. Any other people, I mean really, what are the chances of landing on an island with no people, no civilization, native or other. I also had no idea of what awaits me in the trees, the vast landscape of vines, trees, bushes, mountains rivers and streams. I decided the most important objectives now was food and water. I must survive long enough to get rescued. And that wasn't going to happen if I starved or dehidrated myself.
I did well at finding sustanance in coconuts, bananas and pineapples. I searched inland a short distance, just a stones throw away from the beach, making sure not to get lost or to find creatures I was unable to deal with at the moment. I found a small creek that was able to fill me with cool, clear, crisp, fresh water. It was soothing to my tounge and body, it cooled me deep inside, refreshed me enabling me to continue on with my voyage. The coconuts gave me milk as well as a good, tasty food source. But very difficult to break open with only rocks and sand. The bananas had lots of vitamins that should keep me heathly as well as satisfying my deep hunger. I especially enjoyed the sweet, amazing taste of fresh pineapples, so sweet, so refreshing and such a wonderfully delectable desert. So tantalizing to the tastebuds, so completely satisfying.
I then decided that I must craft some kind of weapons, tools and shelter for my time in this prison of immense beauty. But I was growing tired, so worn out from my day, the parts I remember and the loss of memory I have. The mystery of what may have happened to my friend and our guests on the boat. I still cant shake the feeling that something very bad happened. I fight back the tears, the feelings of loss, of deep regret of being out on the water in that terrible storm. I must continue my search of my friends amidst the vast tropical forest and serene mountains, that blanket this massive island of mystery and intrigue. But for now rest is most important. I must regain my strength, my determination to continue on, to fight, to survive in the midst of seemingly unbeatable odds, daunting and overwhelming thoughts that keep my mind captive, held prisoner by fear and uncertainess.
It is now evening, the sun is closing in on the horizon, the unbelievable beauty, the colors of orange, red, yellow and white all mixing together in a symphony of magestic poetry. A masterpiece, an incredible painting far exceeding all artwork I have ever beheld. Filling me with peace, with thoughts deeper than I ever thought possible. Opening me wide to the possablities that evade my grasp, but will someday be held by my determination and undying will. Thoughts of how colors and lights over the horizon could melt me inside, warm even the coldest parts of me, giving me hope, because even in the midst of the most intensly scary and uncertain day like this one, there could somehow be an awe inspiring landcape of beauty, serenity and peace of which I have found no equal. The wonder of it all amazes my senses, teases and tantalizes my deepest places.
Goodnight, till tomorro
Posted Wed Jun 30, 2010 08:40 AM
Welcome to SF
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Welcome to SF bub!
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