My dear Beth,

It's almost here. The wind is going so hard that I can't really do anything but sit and hope that I won't die when this storm hits.

When I was searching for shelter yesterday I found a shallow cave. It's almost like a house it's so cozy, although I had to be sure that nothing was living here before I went in. I had an awful thought that if I ever do die here, no one will even know. They'll think I died at sea, and maybe I did. Even if somebody does come to this island, all that they will find is a pile of bones and some unsent letters.

You probably wouldn't even know.

-J