Day 50 – 30th of May?

I had thought that the islands might be more hospitable than my ice floe, but I could not have been more wrong. They are desolate, windswept, and offer little from which to build a shelter. After two days spent in a hollow I scooped from scree rocks on the beach, I will have to move inland if I want to survive. The sledge and most of the supplies were borne off on the waves before I could recover it, weak as I am.

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