I sit in the mines, with only one torch and two sticks. No wood for a crafting table, the diamonds I have gotten for you are useless. My stone sword is chipping away as monsters try and attack me. A last attempt at survival leads me deep into a ravine. The ocean floods in from the crack above, a small island visible through the rushing water. I desperately swim up, choking as the salty sea enters my lungs. I break the surface, clawing my way up on shore. I feel my body start to shut down, the wounds I had received weakening me to the point of expiration. I slowly claw away at the bark of a nearby tree, I form it into a small chest. All of the gifts ment for you are stored there, waiting for you. As I will be for you. Perhaps you notice the skeleton on that island takes some time before it tries to shoot. It always seems to miss. If you notice, all will be clear. For I have gone. But I still exist.