I am writing this letter in the vein hope that it will reach civilization – although I don’t hold out much hope. I have already tried numerous times to make contact with the outside world, but to no avail. I am giving up hope, no one is coming to find me, and no one knows where I am.
I realise that now.
I am going to die here alone and scared - and there is nothing I can do about it. You are my only hope now.
This was not how it was meant to be. I had planned the trip well. I had taken every safety precaution possible. I should have been able to sail on the ocean steadily for 5 days. On the 6th morning I would have been at my destination – The seas of New Zealand – looking for the most magnificent sight – Hector’s Dolphins. There are only a few left in the whole world and I was going to get to see this wondrous site.
How did it all go so wrong?
I don’t think I’ll ever know the answer to that question – I have been through it over and over again in my mind. It was all going so well – I was bang on track – the seas were calm, the weather was just right . . . and then it all went horribly wrong.
All I remember is a tremendous roar – I don’t know if it was a freak thunderstorm – or something more sinister hidden in the sea. The next thing I knew I was waking up, after being unconscious for what must have been days, with the most horrific sunstroke I have ever experienced (after being out in the sea – exposed to elements with no protection.) I have never experienced thirst like it and the sea was so salty that no amount of gulping it down was quenching my thirst. I tried to shout and scream for help – but I knew it was pointless. I was surrounded on all sides with nothing but the endless sea. I have never felt so lonely in my life.
After days of floating on the seas – waiting to die- I was washed ashore. That is where I am writing to you from now. Where is the island I currently inhabit? I have no idea – and no way of finding out. My mobie phone died days ago and so I have no way of checking my GPS to see where I am – I don’t even know which part of the world im in!
For the first few days of being here I did nothing but sleep and drink from the small pools of spring water I could find around me. After a while I started to build up some energy and today, for the first time, I have been able to take a slow stroll around the island.
I am completely alone.
There are no islanders here. No community – as far as I can tell no other human as ever stepped foot here.
I don’t quite know what I expect you to do now that you have this letter – I cant tell you where I am – only where I was heading. It will be like looking for a needle in a hay stack.
I hope to write regularly with any small piece of information or clues I can give you as to my whereabouts. I know in my heart that it pointless. I suppose I will just be writing these letters to let you know – who ever you are - That I was here.
And hopefully I survived . . …