"Come one, come all, boys," the coachman would say, "come, where you can play all day, eat all the candy you want, and no adult can tell you what to do! Come all you boys, to Pleasure Island!"

That's what we all believed, and bought. I suppose if you're reading this, either the journal and I got off the island, or just the journal. Though, most likely, I didn't make it, and this journal just happened to fall into your hands.

Though I only planed on writing this thing when I got my hands back, I figured I owed it to myself to write about my experience, and if your on this dammed island, maybe it will help you out.

For a first entry, I better just say, my name is Carlos Collied, I'm 13, and one of the many boys to end up trapped on pleasure island. I write this, to either tell the mainland one day what happened here, or at the very least, to creat a survival guide for this island.

If your reading this on the mainland, I can't blame you for not believing a word I'm going to write down. For those who read this while trapped on the island, all I can say is, God have mercy on your soul.

I wish I could offer you more than this book, but no matter what, stay strong, avoid temptation, and you may one day make it home alive as a boy.

But most of all, I can say what to eat, not to eat, how to fight a shadow wolf and which places grow the best grass, but the most important thing to remember:

The only way to survive the island, is by SACRIFICE