My name is Jonathan Castle.  I crashed here two days ago.  The wreckage from the plane has pretty much all washed away now.  I was able to salvage a few things from it like this journal and some scraps to make a shelter.  I know it has only been two days, but I'm already starting to lose hope.  My plane was going from London to New York.  There should be planes on that route all the time, but I haven't seen or heard one.  I can't even see any jet streams in the distance.  It's so quiet here that I should be able to hear something in the distance, but I can't.  I figured I should start writing so I can keep track of the time I spend here.  For some reason I have a feeling that I'll be here for a while.

I don't think I should leave my camp.  I built it on the beach so that I can see any ships or planes but I still haven't seen anything.  I don't want to miss one though.  The food I was able to salvage from the wreckage is almost gone.  If I run out I'll have no choice but to explore inland to find something to eat. I'm still hoping to be rescued before then.  Lily must be worried sick by now.  I was supposed to be home four days ago.  Everyone on that plane was supposed to be in New York four days ago. Somebody somewhere must be looking for
me.  I can't give up hope now.