Log 2

We have set up camp, and everything seems to be working fine. Fire was easy to make, for on the plane a Eagle Scout was just returning from a trip to the outback, for his County's troop. Everyone has been sleeping underneath a roof, for it is typhoon season, and winds and rain have been a problem for our group, but makes water very easy to come across. We might have to migrate into the center of the island to move camp into a cave, and off of the beach. However, this could put more of the planes survivors in danger from wild animals. The wounded have even been helpful, they are weaving roofs and walls to protect our shelter. Everyone seems to understand that working together is best for us. The 8 that are unwounded, and aren't petrified by this island have been working day and night for us to survive, everything has been good so far. I will check in again in a couple weeks. Until then, I will try to help the ones that are suffering from paranoia.

Log #3

It's been about 3 weeks since my last entry. I really haven't found the time to write, because everyone has been such a burden. I have taken the role of leading the group, and telling them what to do. Most of the group members have been saying they are seeing "demons" and "dragons" in the woods. I've gathered what I know about stranded islands, and they are probably suffering from heat stroke or dehydration, which will lead to severe hallucinations. In fact, some of the group members beleive that they are back home with their family, and are wondering what time "Betty" will be home from work, and how long the steaks have been on the stove. The only thing i can do with these people is just hope they snap out of this hallucination, and give them water.
I have to say, being on this island has really made me think about home, and how lucky we are to be living in such a protected enviornment. Out of all the things I miss, I would have to say the first thing that always comes to mind is my dog. He was my best friend, and I could always turn to him. Nothing could replace him.
We are going on a hike to the center of the valley. I will write whenver I am available next.

Log 1

Our plane went down somewhere between Sydney, Australia and London, England. The flight was about 2 hours through, when the turbulance really started to get rough. I remember thinking that there was no chance of our plane crashing. I never believed in jinxing till now. The plane took a sharp dive, and people's bodies flew about the cabin. I never thought anyone would live from the crash, however a group of about 8 lived from the crash. I say "about 8", because those are the only ones that are stable at this time. Two other members are in shock, and will not move until we have sight of a rescue boat or plane, and three others are impaired with broken legs, and arms. I know that if we are going to live on this island, we will need to work together, create a colony, and search the island. Water seems plentiful, for the forest is very damp. You can hear the wildlife in the distant forest, not knowing what kind of creatures could live in there. The group is worried. I will organize a team to help the wounded, and shocked. We will create shelter.