[Vereena]
Weeks passed since we sailed off the island and we had yet to see any sign of land that contains civilization. So far, we haven't been through any terrible storms or anything that even comes close to the one that we went through before we were cast on that island.
I have no idea how Callum and the rest of the crew know which direction to choose, but I overheard them discussing the possibility of docking in the West Indies within the next week.
Anyways, I'm getting bored. I miss the fresh shore breeze. The sand between my toes with the waves lapping on my legs. The brook, the fresh coconut water, and not those that turned sour from the supplies we gathered. The refreshing spring water that streams out from the rock, and of course the scenic view from above the slope. The overlooking scenery of the entire island that instantly took my breath away.
