THE CASTAWAY

21 November 1943.

Dear Jane,

I know you think I'm dead, but I'm not, I'm alive. Some people found me a month ago and carried me to the nearest hospital.

Now I'm at the hospital, getting well. They let me send you a letter so you know I'm

alive.

Let me tell what happened:

Mark, Leonard and I wanted to go sailing, so we rented a boat and looked for the perfect day. But the date we decided, wasn't the best day.

It started very well, with sun,  no clouds and a blue sky... So we called each other and decided to go out sailing that day. At ten o'clock, we were already at sea. And everything started at 12:00. Suddenly, the sky turned grey, and it started raining. The waves were enormous. It was so difficult to see something there.

One of the waves broke our boat, and Leonard and Mark got lost. The last thing I remember is twaking up on an island, everything around me was quiet, and the sea was calm, I was alone.

Two weeks later they found me. I had spent two weeks eating coconuts and raw fish.

We will see each other soon, I promise.

Charles.