Dear Trillium.

Dear Trillium. The island is as disdain as the crew that I shared bunk with. It was navigational error that brought me to this deserted rock in the middle of the ocean, but there is also a serene beauty to it all; a feeling of unexplored potential caresses my mind with waves equivalent to those rippling along the jagged stones that jut out from the shore line. Perhaps there is an essence of magic in the air drawing me deeper to the islands heart?