When we get back to town i can't stretch my fingers back out straight because they are frozen shut in a grip shape, until we fill our bellies with hot things & this heat spreads through our bodies. At this point i stopped writing things down in this notebook as i was spending more time reading than writing, so the days started to blend into each other, which is how it should be when you are seeing a new place just for the hell of it. The next morning we were again walking, i know that much. We had checked out of our home away from home so carried what things we had on our back & were walking across the island to go to a beach that seemed nice to lie on as this day was sunny & the sky blue when i heard a ringing from my pocket, which sounded out of place because we weren't really near anywhere where humans lived. I answered this ringing object & there was a voice talking fast in the language used by the people in this place that i still have a hard time understanding depending on who's doing the talking—but from what i could figure out it seemed the boat that we were planning on going back to the mainland on had been cancelled on account of the high seas. So we turned ourselves around & walked back to the town to sort things out & find another boat more capable of floating us across the waves of the high seas.