Dear Journal,

Hi, you are my new journal. I've had five new journals before you so, you are number six. Right now, I live on a boat. That doesn't mean I get to go anywhere on the boat. I live hidden on a lower deck. I'm fine living on the lower deck. The only thing that bothers me is that I don't get to see my dad much. I love him very much, and he's all I've got. See, my father has a job on this ship and snuck me in so he could see me from time to time. Every week he brings me food for a week. My mom is gone and has been gone since I could remember.

My physical is fine. I have dark brown skin and dark eyes. Honestly, I wish had hazel eyes instead. I have a scar going diagonally across my face from my left eyebrow to the bottom right of my lip. I got it from a kid who didn't know how to use a knife. See, some places have already healed, while in other places the scar, is as deep.

For more information on me, I was born on March 5, 2002. Right now, in the year 2015, I'm thirteen. I like learning and read many books. Why do I like learning? I like to know the world and how it works. My father steals books for me from the captain. It is very dangerous to do so, and I'm very grateful. One of my greatest pet peeves is the sun shining hard on me. I have to suffer through this every day due to the rounded window lying above me. I'm originally from London, England.

Anyway, as I said, you are the sixth journal. I keep journals so later on; I remember my life from before. So far, I think I have had an interesting life. Right now, I'm on a ship traveling across the world as a stowaway. Normally we stop at small villages. I love looking at the village from the window. It's fun to look at the food, people, and architecture. My father tells me to stay on the ship, but one time I snuck outside. It was freezing, and I only got to see because the ship left sooner than I expected.

Another thing that I think that's interesting about me is that I have this axe. The axe has been passed down for generations. My father gave it to me once he had snuck me onto the ship. The blade of the axe is gold and, the handle of the axe is white. My father asked his father why it was special. My grandfather forgot what his father told him, so my father can't tell me why. I also haven't found a book to find the information. Overall, the axe looks nice and cuts nicely.

I'm stuck on an island. This journal just dried. Okay, here's what happened after I finished writing the first part of the entry. I wrote that on the morning of yesterday. Now, I'm writing this morning. At noon the boat started swaying hard. Then, father came running to me.

He was breathing heavily and told me, "Jeffrey stay here, understand."

"Why, what's happening?" I asked.

"Just stay here." He spoke.

Father ran to the upper deck. I followed father to see what was happening. The boat swayed again, and I lost my balance. Once I regained my balance, I ran as far as I could. I ran through the stairs and, then the boat swayed again, causing me to fall. I regained my balance and tried going up the stairs again. I held on to the banister and managed to get to the upper deck. Then I remembered that I forgot not my backpack that had my books, journals, and axe. When I went back, I fell due to the tough swaying. I got back up and got my backpack. I sped up and got to the upper deck.

Crewmates were hurried and running about. I found my father and ran to him. I was pushed to the floor by a big muscular man. The hard swaying pushed me to the edge of the boat. Another sway through me overboard. I coughed to get the water out of my lungs. I swam weakly to the island. When I got to the island, I checked my bag. Everything was wet and ruined. I ran to find the boat and then got a coconut to the head. I woke up when they were gone. For a few minutes, I stared in shock. After the wave of shock washed over me, I sat under a tree.

Under that tree, I cleaned the rust off my axe. After cleaning the rust, I set my books to dry. I'm worried. I don't know where my father is. We might be miles apart. I have books on animals and plants, so that can help. I might go crazy alone. I didn't write for a few minutes because I went off to cry. For dinner, I made a fire and ate some crab. It took some time to catch that crab. It was fast for a little guy. I used my axe to kill the crab. With a stick, I cooked the crab.

What I had for breakfast today was a coconut. I've always hated coconut, and now I have to eat it. For lunch, I had cooked fish. Honestly, the fish felt like I cooked it for too much. I also feel a little under-feed. I've written for a long time. Maybe I'll have crab for dinner or fish. At dusk, I'll stop writing and go find my dinner. I wonder what else I could eat. If I find some non-poisonous berries, I could eat them. Maybe I could eat some snails. Although to me bugs sound disgusting, I could eat them. I only have an axe so, I can't cut well.

I wonder if my dad knows I'm missing. I wonder if he's trying to plan what to do, how to find me. What if he isn't safe? What if he doesn't know? What, where did the boat go? Why were people hurrying and running? It's dusk I have to go.