The Note

I awoke on this seashore three days ago. Gathering as much supplies from the wreckage I could I have made a temporary shelter. My love is back in England and I miss her dearly. Her hair the color of a burning sunset with eyes the color of a clear sky on a summer’s day. I am sticking this note into a bottle and throwing it out to sea in hopes that it will reach another so that I may be saved.

13th of June 1462

“This note was recovered next to the body. He never got it into the bottle.”