Day One

Our plane crashed this morning. I can’t find Jordan and I’m worried that I might never find her. Its bad enough I had to bring my father home dead, not my sister too. I guess right now my mother thinks we’re both dead, so what does it really matter.

I met a woman today, her name is Kate, and she’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. She sewed the large gash on my back, and she was so brave about it. I knew she didn’t want to but I’m grateful that she did. I’m always fixing people but no one is ever fixing me, and it’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman care about me. It’s been almost three years since Sarah and I got our divorce and yet it feels like a decade since I’ve felt anything for a woman.

Kate’s got ghosts too; she mentioned them when we were sitting on the beach. I wanted to ask her about them but I lost my nerve, maybe I’m afraid of what I’ll find out. There’s something in the jungle, taking down trees. We’re not sure what it is, elephants maybe. I’m sure its not as bad as everyone thinks.

- Jack