it wasnt all easy going, i went out spear fishing id catch dinner every night for the camp, anyway i was attacked by a young mako shark, i stabbed it to death and when i got back to shore i was basically the king lol it was crazy. it was cult like actually,
not long after these 2 Swedish dudes Sten and Christo got attacked by a shark while fishing, big this one was, Sten died straight away but Christo survived all fucked up, so he didnt go to hospital because these freaks were against it, he got real bad so we take him out into the middle of the jungle and leave him to die, i made my mind up im outta there real soon,
i told these surfers about the island back in Bangkok and we could see that they were coming to join us, they just had to swim from one island to ours, but to get to our camp you had to pass the dudes with ak47s guarding the dope plants, this is fucked, the surfers got killed by the gun weilding psychos, we all panick this chick that was my main fuck, Étienne wouldnt leave Christo behind, hes basically on his death bed, i cant even believe he hasnt died yet,
we seriously have to fuckoff unless we want to die aswell, Étienne leaves me and Christo for a moment, fuck im tearing up atm thinking about this, please dont hold it against me but i suffocated Christo.
im sorry i cant go on atm im breaking down recalling all this