Log 1
I've decided to start writing a journal for now, since I am about to embark on a wonderful journey, and I want to make sure that I record all my travels.
It's been about two years since I closed my factory and stopped producing candy for all the world to enjoy, and I already miss it. I've decided to open my factory once again, because I want to continue bringing joy and wonder to the world. It's my inspiration. It's what gives me life. It's my passion, and I can't simply quit doing it.
I haven't quite figured out how I would go about the whole reopening thing, though. Obviously, hiring workers to come work for me again is out of the question, since that's the reason I closed my factory in the first place. I guess I could run my entire factory with robots. Yes, they would take away from its charm with their soulless nature, but it's still better than the alternative.
I've also decided that if I were to reopen, I'd want to come up with some super cool new flavors to introduce to the world and re-dazzle them from the get-go. Because of this, I've decided to travel to a little known island in the Indian Ocean called Naboubaya. From what I've heard, it's home to the most exotic and delicious flavors on the planet—perfect for a new line of candy. Its coordinates are roughly 12°S 78°E, but I don't know what that means since I don't know anything about navigation. I'm just writing what I was told.
Luckily, this entire mission will be kept secret by the government, so the public won't know a thing about it. I'll be taking a flight in a private jet from Gumpshire, Massachusetts, where my lovely factory resides, to Kanyakumari, the southernmost town of India. I'll rendezvous with a man by the name of Carl Samson, who is the captain of the tramp steamer, the SS Albatross. He says it's a very old ship, but it still works well. He supposedly has a crew of eight with him. From then, we'll make our way to Naboubaya. Until then, Willy Wonka.
Log 2
Well, here we are. I'm currently on the SS Albatross on our way to Naboubaya, and boy, is it boring! There's seriously nothing to do on this ship, the rough waves causing the ship to sway back and forth are giving me nausea, and the stench of rotting fish isn't helping with that either. What am I doing on a crummy boat like this? I'm Willy Wonka! I shouldn't be in this situation. But sadly, this is all we could manage without causing any attention to ourselves or making anyone suspicious.
Carl is a fine enough fellow, a little rough around the edges, though. The other eight crew members are Kavi, Baladeva, Mahesha, Amrit, Durai, Isha, Kumar, and Navin—all locals from India. Hopefully they can be of help when we finally reach the island. None of us have actually been to Naboubaya, so it's going to be a new experience for us all. I think it would've helped if we had at least one crew member who was somewhat familiar with the island, though. All we have is just a map of the island. We also have very large crates stored onboard to transport all the goods we'll find on Naboubaya.
Well, nothing else of any significance is really happening right now; I've only been writing in this because there's nothing else to do. I'll write again when something interesting actually happens. Until then, Willy Wonka.
Log 3
Well, I have some really bad news right now. You see, last night, there was an extremely harsh sea storm that we were caught in. Horrible sea storm. The waves towered above the ship before completely submerging it for a few moments until it resurfaced again. The winds were so powerful, I'm sure they would've blown us off the ship had we not been inside. The storm was so bad that it took us completely off course. Then, to make matters worse, our boat crashed into a bunch of sharp rocks.
I don't remember what happened after that, but I do remember waking up inside the completely wrecked boat this morning. The rocks sure did a lot of damage. Carl said the damage done to the boat is irredeemable, so that certainly didn't make me feel better.
Once we went outside the boat, we realized that we had crashed near a shore of an island. I thought at first that we had reached Naboubaya, but Carl found out using his navigation tools that we're miles and miles away from it. In fact, he said the island we landed on is completely uncharted. That means we could very well be the first people to set foot on this island. How do you like that?
Because the island is uncharted, we have no idea how large it is or any of its geographical features. There is, however, a very dense jungle just along the shore. We have no idea what lies in there, but the eight crew members and I are planning to enter the jungle in search of some flavors I can still use for my candy. Carl said he just wanted to stay with the boat in hope that another ship will come by to rescue us. We still have plenty of food with us, so that's not a problem yet. I only hope we'll get off this island before it does become a problem. Anyways, I'm going to start my jungle trek with the others now. I'm even wearing my safari outfit for the occasion—complete with pith helmet and all. I'll write back in a little while to catch you up on the events. Until then, Willy Wonka.