Log 5: day 3
We have reached an island, with a small town in the center. Once ashore we armed ourselves and attacked... but the islanders were nothing but mentally challenge natives that knew nothing but how to eat coconuts. How they've survived we dont know. So we took over and found a new crewman, the smartest of the tribe. We call him Retard Bob. He's short and stocky, with a strange face...We spent 4 days here and we spent each night on the beach. The mosquitos were ferocious, the size of my hand. They each had fangs and were, of course, blood sucking. Christopher was attacked in sleep and is now paralyzed from the waste down, poor man...