Entry 22: Death

All good things are born from struggle. I know this better than anyone. One day, the date of our shipwreck will be an island-wide holiday. A glorious civilization, grown from a seed of suffering. But for now, the suffering is tremendous. A permanent storm traps us on this island, and drowns any ship we send. No help is coming. We've become intimately familiar with Death. Here, it's impermanent, but everywhere. Each time we die, we come back a little emptier. I must try to keep my people from despair. For better or worse, this cage is our new home.