Day 75 since being stranded Continuing to build the raft. It's harder than I thought. The knots keep coming undone. Maybe the wood fibers alone aren't strong enough. I've retied them many times. My hands hurt. But I won't give up. I won't give up because there's no reason to. In the evening, I tentatively placed it in the sea and it floated a little. I'm on the right track. I'll continue tomorrow. I'm usually all talk, but this time I'll take action. #DesertIslandLifeDay75

Day 74 since being shipwrecked I started building a raft. I gathered wood and tied it together. I used driftwood, branches, and wood fibers to tie it together. Today, I only managed to complete the framework. If I finish it, I might be able to go out to sea. Instead of just waiting for a boat to come, I'm creating an option to approach it myself. It feels better to take action than to be passive. I don't know if I'll finish it, but I'm going to do it. I've always been half-hearted, but this time I'm going to do it. #DesertIslandLifeDay74

Day 73 of being stranded Today I decided to stop using my body and use my brain. I thought of all ways to get home. Build a raft. Keep raising smoke signals. Keep sending messages in bottles. I'm doing everything I can. I'm doing everything I can. Now all I can do is wait. Waiting is the hardest part. Waiting is the most physically demanding part. #DesertIslandLifeDay73 #WaitAMinute

Day 72 since being shipwrecked A squall fell, but I remained unfazed under the roof. The shivering I felt when I first arrived on this island seems so far away now. I've adapted. I didn't want to, but I've adapted. Adapting and giving up are two different things. That much is clear. Even though I've gotten used to it, my desire to go home hasn't diminished even a millimeter. That much is clear. Come to think of it, there was a song called "Squall." #DesertIslandLifeDay72 #Squall

Day 71 since being stranded This morning I worked on improving my fishing rod. I changed the shape of the bone hook, and the bite rate improved dramatically. I caught three fish. Progress! But progress I can't tell anyone about. There's no one I can report my fishing rod improvements to. Even after 71 days, I still haven't gotten used to that obvious fact. And I don't want to get used to it. #DesertIslandLifeDay71

Day 70 since being shipwrecked 70 days. I'm still here. I'm still on this island. I stood on the beach, gazing blankly at the sea, thinking it was a milestone. When will someone come? Will anyone even come? No, they will. I think they will. I want to believe that. As I gazed at the campfire, I wondered if anyone was looking for me right now. Please, please be there. I really hope they are. Alan is here. Has the world forgotten about me? #70DaysOfLifeOnAShiplessIsland #IamHere

Day 69 since being shipwrecked I built a smoke stand. I piled stones high up so I could place fuel there. The smoke should be visible from afar. I'll make sure the fire never goes out. That's my top priority right now. I'll regret it if I'm not prepared when the ship arrives. I don't want to repeat the regrets of Day 67. I'll just be prepared. He who is prepared, conquers the desert island. #DesertIslandLifeDay69

I'm absolutely furious. I'm going to expose that ship that abandoned me to the whole world. Why didn't you help me? I've had enough.

Day 68 since being shipwrecked I'm still hung up on yesterday's boat. They didn't notice me. Did they not see the HELP sign? Was there not enough smoke? I need a bigger fire. I need more smoke. Today I gathered things to burn. Palm leaves, dry wood, I gathered anything. Next time a boat comes, I'll definitely make sure they notice me. Absolutely. #DesertIslandLifeDay68 #Help

Day 67 since being stranded Today I saw a ship in the distance. I really saw it. I wasn't imagining things. I sprinted across the beach, waving my arms. I shouted. I built a fire and let the smoke rise. The ship didn't stop. It just disappeared beyond the horizon. I sat on the beach for a while. I didn't cry. I didn't even have the energy to cry. Is it going to be difficult to survive now? #Day67ofLifeOnAShland

Day 66 since being shipwrecked I added some drawings to the cave wall. A drawing of today's fish and a drawing of today's sea. It serves as a diary. I can't write, so I leave a record with drawings. They're not very good, but they definitely capture today. I'm slowly keeping a record of my time on this island. I hope someone will see them. Or even if no one does. I just wanted to leave a record. When I looked at the drawings I made from a distance, they didn't look like fish at all. #DesertIslandLifeDay66 #BadDrawing

Day 65 since being stranded Everything went smoothly today. I decided to simply be happy on days like this. I used to get anxious, but now I'm happy. I've learned that in 65 days. A great catch of fish, clear skies, and a pleasant breeze. A perfect day. But it's too quiet at night. No matter how good the day is, there's nothing I can do about the silence at night. I want sound. I want human voices. I'll do karaoke by myself tonight. There's no audience. #Day65ofDesertIslandLife

Day 64 since being shipwrecked I walked around the island after the rain. All the plants were vibrant. The green was lush. Flowers were blooming. I didn't know there were flowers here. I only noticed them after 63 days. Was I too busy? Or was I just not trying to look? This island is surprisingly full of discoveries if you look carefully. I have plenty of time. Oh yeah, I had a dream about Catherine. I don't remember what it was about. How frustrating. #DesertIslandLifeDay64 #ForgotMyDream

Day 63 since being stranded It rained all day today. I took refuge in a cave. I sat in front of the cave paintings and thought for a long time. Did anyone who was on this island ever get home? Or did they originally live here? I'll be able to go home someday. I don't know when that someday will be, but I will be able to go home. If I don't believe that, I'll just keep crying in this cave. #Day63ofDesertIslandLife

Day 62 since being stranded 9 weeks. Today, I went deep into the rocky area during low tide. It's a place that's usually submerged. I saw unusual shellfish and fish of colors I'd never seen before. I ate them. They were delicious. There are still unknown ingredients on this island. If I keep looking, I'll find more. Thinking that made me feel a little more at ease. It's a positive discovery. #Day62ofDesertIslandLife

Day 61 since being stranded I spent the whole day today repairing and enlarging the "HELP" lettering. I added more stones to double its size. It should definitely be visible from above. Please see it. Please look. Someone. Whether it's a plane, a ship, or a satellite. Alan Chabanick is still here. I haven't given up yet. I won't give up because there's no reason to. But I haven't seen a plane fly by. #Day61ofDesertIslandLife #NoPlaneSeen

Can you tell I'm hiding?

Day 60 since being shipwrecked Two months. I've actually survived for two months. I had a luxurious dinner tonight. Three fish, sea urchin, and red berries. A perfect course meal. I ate alone. Of course I ate alone. I've been eating alone for two months straight. When I get back, I want to eat with someone. Anyone will do. Really anyone will do. As long as there's someone to eat with me. I'm refusing to eat with that lizard, though. #DesertIslandLifeDay60

A circle drawn by Shunin. Maa's movements are strange. Maika stole the golden salmon roe. Alan's path is blocked.

Day 59 since being stranded I decided to eat a can of mackerel. I decided today was a special day. There's no particular reason. If I had to say, it's because I wanted to eat it today. When I checked where I had stored it, the can of mackerel was gone. It must be that lizard. It was definitely eaten by it. So sad. Goodbye, canned food. I want revenge, but there's no way I can beat that thing that's over 2 meters long. It's frustrating. #59daysofdesertislandlife #lostcanofmackerel