Days stranded on Island: 2
Midday
This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder. I was just fighting over a bottle of suntan lotion with Shannon (who apparently was sick the day 'share time' was introduce in kindergarten), when suddenly the sky opened up and hell itself was unleashed on us. Day abruptly became night as monsoon rains suddenly appeared with no warning. We all ran for cover each looking for scraps of the plane to hide under. I huddled in a corner under some large piece of the engine. As I watch everyone scurry for cover like ants, one man is out on the beach, not moving. He's sitting there, getting completely soaked, staring up to the sky like he's the next coming or something. Not to be a bitch, 'cause I'm as happy we're alive as the next person, but this guy is freaking me out.
I'm no weather expert, but something tells me this isn't the most normal thing. Or maybe it is. What do I know about tropical weather? Awendaw was just hot and humid, there was too much smog in L.A. to have any real weather, and New York is just…New York. It's either stifling hot or bone chillingly cold. There are about two weeks where it's actually nice.
Crap. My shelter is starting to leak.