Day 5

Day 5: I made a huge mistake staying here for the night on this sandy beach. In the middle of the night, I was awoken by loud screaming that seemed as though it was getting closer and closer. Before I could get up to see what it was, I turn around to see a native looking man standing right behind me. He was dressed in tribal clothing and had a huge bull ring in his nose. Before I could blink, he struck me over the head with a large, wooden stick. I blacked out. I don't know how long I was out for but I'm awake now and, quite honestly, I wish I wasn't. I'm back in the camp I saw yesterday with the tree houses. They have me locked in a large cage. Luckily they didn't spot my journal so I can continue writing but I feel as though my time is up. I have no idea what they plan on doing but I know I'll probably end up dying here on this island. There's more natives now and they're chanting around this big, boiling pot of liquid, not sure what it is. I'm absolutely terrified. I have a feeling these people are going to eat me and there's nothing I can do about it. One of the natives is walking over here. If anyone ever finds this, let my story be heard. This will be my final journal entry. Goodb...