The Feral Sentence - Part 1

August 15, 2087

3:12 p.m.

It is hard to trust a man when you have only met him several times. But, Edward has assured me that he will keep his promise. For twenty thousand dollars, he will take me to Kormace Island, and in three days, return for me. He has told me that what he is doing is very risky. He said that if we are caught in the air space above the island, we could be shot down.

But then, he said that the government does not monitor this air space. I am not sure what to believe. I think he is trying to intimidate me. Or, maybe he is trying to make it sound more dangerous than it really is. That is why he asked for so much money. I do not know.

As I write this, I am sitting in a small water cessna and Edward is flying. He’s an older gentleman with silver hair, but very young skin. He is wearing sporty sunglasses that reflect orange and purple colors. He is wearing green pilot headphones. So am I. And I am thankful for these because they block out the sound of the engine, which is much louder than I expected it to be for such a small plane.

The ride is much more bumpy than any plane I have flown in before but his hands are loose on the control wheel, and he is very confident. He says he has been flying for over thirty years with the military.

I am having a hard time writing, but I must document everything I do. I do not want to miss any step I take.

5:47 p.m.

I can see an island now. It looks like a black dot floating on the ocean water. Edward talks into his headset and tells me that we are getting closer to Kormace Island. My heart is racing. There are so many thoughts in my head. What if my mother is alive? Will I even recognize her? Will she still speak Spanish, or English? Or will she have learned a new language? I do not think she is alive, but I still hope…

The island is getting bigger now. It is much bigger than I expected. There are mountains, and there are trees everywhere. It looks like a jungle.

I just asked Edward if it is a jungle, and he smiled and nodded to me.

Why are they dropping women off in a jungle? I am so angry right now. This is so inhumane. But I don’t say anything. The agreement between me and Edward was simple: no questions asked. I give him money and he drops me off for three days.

There is a sinking feeling in my stomach as the plane slows down. I keep thinking we are going to fall out of the sky, but we do not. Edward makes a sharp turn in the sky and comes down on the water near the shore.

I look out through the small window in my door and rub my elbow against it to remove the humidity. There is so much green and darkness everywhere. I am a bit frightened now. What am I getting myself into? What if these women are completely wild? What if they refuse to let me interview them?

I am the only man on this island right now. That is also very scary.

I’m going to close my journal now. Edward has landed the plane and I know it is time to get out. I will be going into the jungle.

Again, my name is Emilio Rodriguez and my address is 15-89 St. Maria, Cartagena, Columbia, 130013. I am here to conduct research on Kormace Island. I don’t believe what the government is doing is honest or humane in any way. I want to put a stop to it.

If this journal is found and I am not, please go to my address. There is much research in my apartment. This needs to be exposed.