Date: 20th June 2020. I’ve been on this island now since private Jet went down on 7th May 2013.
Knowing my team needed me was the reason I couldn’t give up hope.
It had taken years of patience this boat, with many failed starts.
I had been preparing all day and said my last goodbyes to the wildlife when something caught my eye just off the bay. A bottle was bobbing around with some papers shoved on top.
I swam a short distance to retrieve it. I opened what appeared to be the Manchester evening news date 8th May 2013: the day after I sank.
“Fergie quits,” I couldn’t believe it. My manager since I started my mentor. The reason I hadn’t given up hope. Nothing seemed to matter now. I set fire to the boat and shot a parrot in rage. I wasn’t going back to Manchester now.