Not where I wish to be....
( Finding her bags among those that now lined the beach she brought them further up the beach to where the sand met the jungle, she had thought the further from the water the better and this way she could make sure noone went through them, though that was something that was not likely as the three bags, one resembling a backpack, the other being suitcase, were now claimed. Sitting down next to her things, reaching for the backpack letting it sit on her lap as she unzipped it, reaching inside she removed a wrapped package, the colorful wrapping paper torn off and cast aside. Fingers brushed lightly over the black leather journal emblazoned with the letters SJ, the journal was to have been a gift for her daughter, Synora. Digging a pen out of the pack, the journal was opened to the first page upon which a few words were written, Malana then moved to the next blank page were her first entry into the journal was written)
The Journal of Malana Jaeson
Chinook, Montana
If found please make sure this finds its way to my daughter
Synora Jaeson
Entry 1
I had thought luck was with me when at the last moment there was a cancellation on the plane that would take me from Australia to California from where I would continue on to Montana. I should have known better as nothing about this trip was simple or easy, except for the photos I had taken during my excursion into the Australian Outback, rolls of film that now have a very slim chance of being developed.
I find myself now very far from my home and family on an island that is most likely uncharted with who knows what inhabiting the jungle around us.
I have taken to starting this journal so if anything happens to me, if any make it off this island or if someone happens to find this they can make sure it is given to my daughter Synora so she may know what has happened to me. My name is Malana Jaeson of Chinook, Montana. Only 48 of us survived the crash, one of the survivors still in serious condition with a piece of shrapnel embedded in his stomach, Jack is unsure of his survival.
Over the past 24 hours I have only spoken with a few people that are stranded on the island with me. There is Jack as it turns out is a doctor which is fortunate for us all...Claire, who is pregnant and could possible give birth any day now. She seems to think now that she is going to have a son. I hope and pray that the baby is born healthy, it is her and the child I am concerned most about as she had mentioned she has not felt the baby move since yesterday.....Hurley, who tries to be helpful to all, I am sure he feels as lost and unsure as the rest of us. Then there are Kate, Sayid and Charlie who I have talked to, but know almost next to nothing about though Charlie claims to be part of a band called Drive Shaft which I have never heard of.
Again today we heard strange sounds coming from the jungle, it is anyone's guess what they are from, I wonder what mysteries lay beyond the beach.
End of entry 1
The Journal of Malana Jaeson
Chinook, Montana
If found please make sure this finds its way to my daughter
Synora Jaeson
Entry 1
I had thought luck was with me when at the last moment there was a cancellation on the plane that would take me from Australia to California from where I would continue on to Montana. I should have known better as nothing about this trip was simple or easy, except for the photos I had taken during my excursion into the Australian Outback, rolls of film that now have a very slim chance of being developed.
I find myself now very far from my home and family on an island that is most likely uncharted with who knows what inhabiting the jungle around us.
I have taken to starting this journal so if anything happens to me, if any make it off this island or if someone happens to find this they can make sure it is given to my daughter Synora so she may know what has happened to me. My name is Malana Jaeson of Chinook, Montana. Only 48 of us survived the crash, one of the survivors still in serious condition with a piece of shrapnel embedded in his stomach, Jack is unsure of his survival.
Over the past 24 hours I have only spoken with a few people that are stranded on the island with me. There is Jack as it turns out is a doctor which is fortunate for us all...Claire, who is pregnant and could possible give birth any day now. She seems to think now that she is going to have a son. I hope and pray that the baby is born healthy, it is her and the child I am concerned most about as she had mentioned she has not felt the baby move since yesterday.....Hurley, who tries to be helpful to all, I am sure he feels as lost and unsure as the rest of us. Then there are Kate, Sayid and Charlie who I have talked to, but know almost next to nothing about though Charlie claims to be part of a band called Drive Shaft which I have never heard of.
Again today we heard strange sounds coming from the jungle, it is anyone's guess what they are from, I wonder what mysteries lay beyond the beach.
End of entry 1