It was the 19th March 1665. I recruited a new group of crew members to embark on a journey to the Island of Life; a mystical island that many have spoken of but no crew member who had sailed to the island had made it back alive to tell his tale.

My crew knew the danger of such a perilous journey but still they gave me only encouragements. On the 20th March 1665,  we set sail. Fear gripped our hearts but we knew that there was no turning back. We did not have a pleasant start, the sea was choppy, the weather unforgiving. After a long day, everyone was not feeling well. The tremulous waves had made even the most experience of sailors sick. Sailing was too difficult, a thick mist formed soon after the sun set which impaired our view of the vast sea before us. All we could do and all we did was to travel dead straight, cutting into the thick mist clueless of our direction. 

21 March 1665:  We were attacked by a sea creature today. It was like nothing we have ever seen but we knew through legends its name; It was a Greson. The Greson was a mystical creature of the sea, one of many we were told we were meet if we were to embark on a journey to the Island of L

ife. It seems that the legends were true after all. Its look was fearsome; The body of a squid stuck on the back of a grey whale with what seemed to look like a dinosaur head. I lost half by crew to this creature today. Brave men

 who gave their life up for their captain. The Greson escaped but I vow upon my life to hunt it down one day, as revenge for my men. The creature shall die.

This was a sign though, a sign that we were going to reach the island soon. 

24March 1665: The seas are getting rough. We have experienced 3 days of sea storm. The walls of our ship has slowly came apart, our ship is getting weaker. We have loss most of our food supplies. the remaining potatoes can only last us a few more days. Water is being rationed. The men are weak form hunger,

25 March 1665: The storm hit us again. This time luck was not with us. The ship could take

 this evil sea no longer and it finally came apart. My men and I were thrown off board into the dark sea, the icy cold water. I kept on swollowing water and soon I was unconcious.

When I woke up, my vision was a blurry grey but I felt sand beneath my fingers and that alone

gave me unimaginable relief. At last I was on land. I stood up and breathe deeply only to be hit by a revolting stench, the smell of death.  My crew members! Where were they? I wal

ked around the sandy shore hoping to get find out where I was but all I saw were wooden

 crosses, skulls, human maybe, hanging on old wooden poles. Rotting skeletons were all that my eyes could see. I looked down to my bare feet in fear, where was I?  The sand which I had so relished just moments before now appear to be ashes. I ran around in fear. Dear God! What hell have you brought us to? I ran frantically about, my crew members, I must find then. Slowly my eyes began to grow accustom to the dark and I saw before my a

 body; a body lying face down on the sand. I ran towards it and gasp in horror as I recognise the face of the corspe. It was my friend Agnes! But this was not the Agnes I knew. His eyes were hollow and cover with sea weeds, his body a dark blue black and white foam was sprouting out from his mouth.  

I kneeled down in anguish and cried like my heart could not cry harder. It was then I heard a voice, a sweet lady's voice, almost melodious "Don't cry dear man, what has gone can not come

 back." she whispered "Follow me and I will show you the present." I turned back in surprise, a living lady on an island of death was the last thing I expected. The lady smiling before me has long wavy red hair, a gown of earthly green hung over her graceful frame, slowly she reached her to me and I saw her creamy skin. One touch on the cheeks of my face and everything seemed to be forgotten, poor Agnes no longer exist. She held my hand and I followed her every step. I was bewitched. 

We walked into the jungle and I staggered mesmerized behind her. Skull torches

 guided our into the jungle, giving a soft glow to the dense green. The jungle was a sticky humid but the air was filled with the heavenly scent of every imaginable flower. She paused and looked at me, that lovely oval face. Before us was a white tent and in it on a long wooden table stood a feast of meat, rum and fruit. I ran towards the table like a mad man and stuffed my mouth with as much meat as I possibly can. She stayed behind me, smiling, that beguiling smile. I kept feasting, ripping the meat apart with my teeth. Finally, my stomach filled, I turned behind to thank her. She walked slowly towards me "Don't thank me" she said, "Thank you". It all happened in a second, she took out from behind her back a dagger and moving it across my neck, slit my throat in one swift moment. I grabbed my neck in shock and red liquid star

ted gushing out. I gazed up in pain and fell to the ground. Strangely I felt my warm blood cover my body, but there was no pain. Everything before me was clear. The lady in green dragged my body through the jungle, my hands and legs scrapping across protruding tree branches. I stared, puzzled, why did I feel no pain. I looked on in fear as she pierced my throat through the cross like and nailed my wrist to adjourning wood planks. "Don't fear my dear, it'll be over soon" she said the beguiling smile so lovely before, turned up to reveal the sly face of evil. "Let me die, God" I prayed silently, my mouth had lost its voice, I could not scream. I should be dead, i thought, but a strange sensation was taking over me. My limbs felt stronger every time a nail was pierced through my wrist and feet. I found myself having more control over them. What is happening, I thought, I should be dead. The lady in green finally walked away, as if already completing the required ritual. I saw her figure distance away from me. I closed my eyes. 

It was a full moon that night, I felt a new source of energy fill my every limb. With greater determination, I ripped my wrist out of the wood and lifted my head out of piercing wood. Reaching down towards my feet I removed the nails with my fingers. Strange, I thought, very strange. 

Slowly I staggered towards the shore, a trail of blood following behind me, dripping from my neck, my head, my wrist and my feet. My head was wobbly. I held it up and made sure that it didn't fall. Lying down on the ground and gazing up towards the bright full moon, I sighed, what a wonderful night this was. The moon was shinning at its brightest and the soft sea breeze blew across my open wounds, now leaking no more blood because I had none left.