A/N: Thank you all who have already supported this story! To Turrislucidus, I definitely used the ship-being-caught-in-a-sea-storm-and-ends-up-on-a-mysterious-island trope to evoke that classic adventure feeling, but curiously enough, Gilligan's Island never crossed my mind while writing it. I think I was more inspired by King Kong to be honest. Anyways, Willy probably didn't cook anything himself because of the seasickness like you said, but also probably because there was nothing good to work with onboard. I'm glad you're liking it so far. To dragonserpent18, glad you thought it was a good start. A thriller, maybe not, but it does get pretty intense at times. To Linkwonka88, here's my continuation. I hope you enjoy. To mattTheWriter072, yes, I know, it's been pretty rough for Willy thus far, and you'll find out that things won't get any better for him any time soon. You'll find his first Loompaland discoveries in these next couple logs. To Squirrela, I look forward to seeing what you think of the story as it progresses. Well, that's it for responses, so let's get back to the story!

Log 4

Where do I even begin with this? All my thoughts are rushing through my head a million miles a second, and I don't even know how to express them through words. Okay. I'll start from where I left off, I guess.

The eight crew members and I began our journey through the jungle, and even then, I was intimidated by the sheer density of the jungle. The thick fog didn't help matters either. After about maybe twenty minutes of trekking through the forest, we came across a huge chasm. Growing on both sides of the chasm were large trees that hung over the wide gap with thousands of long vines dangling downwards into the abyss. Going all the way across the wide chasm was a bridge made of wooden planks and held together with vines. This was an amazing discovery for all of us, because it could only mean one thing: there are other people on this island. Or, at least, there had been other people on this island at one point in time. The thought of that only raises so many more questions. Who are these people? Are they natives? Are they stranded on this island just like us? Are they friendly? Are they not? Are any of them even still alive? We have no idea, but we had to cross the bridge anyways.

We all stepped onto the bridge with great trepidation, one at a time. We were actually doing pretty well. Halfway across, and the bridge was still in good condition; however, suddenly, one of the wooden boards started to crack. Then another one. Then another one. Soon, the whole bridge started crumbling beneath our feet! Our whole crew was now falling into the abyss! Luckily, though, we were able to grab onto the long vines on our way down. I slid the rest of the way down on one of the vines until I was about five feet off the ground, then I just jumped. Everyone else luckily made it down safely as well. That is…except for two: Amrit and Durai. We quickly found out what had happened to Amrit—he never managed to get hold of one of the vines and fell to his death. We stared at his lifeless body that laid before our eyes. It was so utterly disturbing, I can't even describe it through words.

Not to detract from that loss, but even more disturbing was what had happened to Durai. We heard him shouting for us, and we looked up to see that he was completely entangled in the vines above us. There was no way for any of us to help him from how far down we were, but we told him to cut himself loose with his machete. He took it out from his backpack and cut the vines off from his other arm. Then he cut off the vines that were wrapped around his two legs. There were two vines still around him: one around his waist and one around his neck. He mistakenly cut the one around his waist first before anyone could warn him, and he was hanged by the last remaining vine around his neck.

It was just such a horrible experience. I had never really dealt with death before—the only family member to die in my life was my mother, but it was when I was too young to even know her that well. I had no friends that died, fortunately, and I never had any pets, so I hadn't experienced so much as a pet's death either. I guess I'm lucky in that sense, but, boy, what a way to be first exposed to such a horrible event. Yes, it's true that I didn't know neither Amrit nor Durai very well, but their deaths still impacted me just as much as if I had. This is the first time in my life that it really dawned on me that I'm mortal—like I could actually die. Before, death had always been a nebulous idea for me—always there, but never really having to acknowledge it. That's all changed now. Death seems like such high possibility at this point, I don't even want to think about it anymore.

After that horrible encounter, we walked further along the bottom of the chasm, which eventually turned into more jungle. We completely exhausted ourselves from walking when we finally decided to set up camp for the night. Since then, it's just been a moment of silence for Amrit and Durai and time for self-reflection, which is why I wrote in here. Anyways, I think that's enough for now. Tomorrow, we're going to have to find a way out of this jungle and get back to the beach before Carl starts worrying about us if he hasn't already. Until then, Willy Wonka.

Log 5

At this point, I seriously think I could be killed any moment, so I'm writing this knowing that it may be the last thing I write. If that's the case, I at least want to recount the events that have just transpired.

The six remaining guys and I continued to trek through the dense forests in the morning after a dreadful night's sleep. I'm serious, I barely slept at all; I was so disturbed about what had happened yesterday. Also, all throughout the night, we continuedly heard strange noises coming from the deep jungle. We didn't find out what those strange noises were until the morning as we cut through overgrown foliage. They came from massive insects—dragonflies and cockroaches each about a foot long, centipedes about ten feet long, and so on and so forth. We even noticed large snails climbing up the trunks of enormous trees. It felt like we had entered a primeval world.

Luckily, the repulsive creatures never interfered with us or got too close; however, as Baladeva was leading the group through the forest, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. "What's wrong?" I asked from behind.

"I'm stuck! I can't move!" he panicked.

Everyone was trying to figure out what had happened to him, and we soon noticed that he had been caught in a gigantic spider web! Kavi tried to free him by cutting down the web, but the fibers of the web were so strong that his machete actually broke when struck against them!

Then, slowly creeping down from the high treetops came a humongous spider—probably seven feet long! I couldn't even believe it—it seemed like something from a movie or a fantasy, not real life! It made me question if I even was still in real life or if I was maybe dreaming or going crazy. Either of those would have made more sense than it actually occurring in front of me, but it was. The spider slowly made its way down the web and towards Baladeva, and everyone took out their guns to start shooting at it, but to no avail. It must have had an extremely tough, armor-like exoskeleton because the bullets were just bouncing off from it. Some of the guys even tried striking it with their machetes, but that only aggravated the creature. There was nothing we could do but watch as the spider spun Baladeva inside a web sack before it finally ate him.

This was even more horrifying than what happened to Amrit and Durai; however, we had no time to really take in what we just saw because soon enough, we noticed other gigantic spider webs all around us and other humongous spiders descending from the treetops, ready to catch one of us as a meal. We ran as fast as we could around each of the spider webs while still being careful not to run into them.

Out of nowhere, though, a spider leapt out from a trapdoor burrow, snatched Kavi, and dragged him back in! I felt so terrified for my life, I couldn't even think straight—all my mind was thinking was, "Just keep running!"

Fortunately, we eventually seemed to be clear of any giant spiders. We were all so exhausted after that, so we decided to rest for a little bit before we continue. That's when I started to write in here again.

I feel not only horrified and extremely vulnerable now, but also kinda guilty. I let Baladeva take the lead instead of myself, and that's why he was the one who got trapped in the web. I'm the one that brought everyone on this journey, I should've been the guy who got eaten by the spider. Not only that, but I didn't even do anything to help him get out of the spider web. It was all the other guys who tried shooting at it and tried to break the web, and how were they paid back? One of them gets eaten by spider. All I did was stand around like a coward. Quite frankly, I don't think I deserve to be alive at this point.

Sorry I have to end this so abruptly, but it seems like we're moving on now, so I'll write back later. Until then, Willy Wonka.