"I write these journals in hopes that someone...anyone finds them, and can learn what I have learned from being on this desolate…island…continent…whatever it is. Do not search for me if I am gone, for I have either been saved…or I am dead…"

Steve sat in his house, at his hand crafted writing desk by the window. He had been writing these journals for a while now. He had always wondered…was he alone? Would be ever be found? He could never have any conversations with the villagers he had found…they never spoke English…

He began writing again.

"I've been to Hell, the center of the Earth, and a mysterious world I have found to be called 'The End'…I've battled the creepers, the zombies, the skeletons…Endermen…This land defies all logic that I've known, and sometimes I wonder if I'm just dreaming. Where in the Nether am I?"

He honestly had no idea…

"It's been so long…too long…I haven't seen my friends in what I can assume to be 4 years. Since all the people close to me….were taken…"

He put down his hand made pen and stared at the window into the starry night sky. Memories of his life came back to him, as he reminisced about the past, before he was stranded.






It hadn't been TOO long ago, long to enough to somewhat forget yet not long enough for it to completely fade from memory.  Stephen, or as his friends and wife normally called him, Steve, was a well off, upper middle class working man. He was happily married to his wife of 7 years, Martha. They were in their early 30s, and they had a long life ahead of them. They were even planning on having kids soon.  They lived in a relatively large house, 2 story, 3 bathroom, 1 master bedroom with 3 other bedrooms, A study and a large back yard. They lived within a wealthy area, but Steve had a lot of experience with his hands. It was rumored he could build anything.


Why, just last week Steve built half of the bar downtown with nothing but his hands, no tools or anything. And last month he was contracted to help build the supports for a bridge. It was his main source of income, but he never really bothered to acknowledge it, to him it was just a skill that got him farther in life, he was just as smart, he just did that as a small time job, even though he had usually gotten contracts mostly every week or month, depending on the job.

They sat in their house, relaxing on the couch. On that particular day, Steve had just finished a contract for the new road to connect to the nearby freeway. An expensive job, but it was good pay. Steve laid back on his couch, pillow under his head and his eyes half open.

"Ugh…long day…"

Martha walked in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"It's hard work doing all those things alone, you sure you don't want to ask for help building those things?"

"It's fine dear, its better money."

"It is, I just worry about you over exhausting yourself."

"I'll be fine sweet heart." He looked up and gave her a smile.

"Still, you need a vacation."

"Vacation?"

"You heard me. A vacation."

Steve rolled over on the couch.

"Vacations are expensive dear. We can't afford it…" he said in a sleepy tone.

"I didn't say we'd be paying for it."

Steve sat up, confused.

"Huh?"

"Steve, in all your work you forgot it was your birthday, you work so hard for us, so here's a birthday present. Come in guys."

From around the corner, Steve could see his friends walk in, people he had known since he was a kid. Fred, Tim, John, the whole group. Fred stepped out from the group and walked over to where Steve was sitting.

"EY! Steve-O!"

"Hey Freddie." He said with a tired yawn.

"We know you've been working hard, so here's a gift. Martha and I planned this but all of us chipped in to get you this."

He handed him tickets for a cruise.

Steve looked at them confused.

"A cruise?"

"Yup! All of us are taking a cruise. Across the Atlantic and all the way to Europe, then you and Martha will travel Europe!"

Steve's eyes widened, all his hard work had paid off. He grasped the tickets in his hand and gave Fred a great big hug.

"Thank you so much Fred, aw hell all of you."

"You deserve this man, you've been workin' hard lately" Said Tim with a smile.

"I don't know how to thank you all. This means so much…" Steve was almost on the verge of tears at the gift, it was just so amazing. He'd always wanted to travel Europe.

He quickly grasped Martha's hand and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

"When's the ship set sail?"

"Tomorrow Stevie, you two better get packin'! We're already packed."

"Alright!" he quickly ran upstairs to start packing his things.


He opened up his suitcase and started packing all of his clothes and necessities. Toothbrush? Check. Deodorant? Check. Shampoo and Soap? Check. He packed it all tightly into the suitcase in record time, and quickly ran back downstairs.

"Packed!"

"Well, aren't WE excited?" Said John with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry guys, just it's been a LONG time since I had a vacation!"

"Yeah, we know man."

Martha went up to him and gave him a kiss

"It's late baby, let's go to bed and get ready for tomorrow. You guys should go home."

"Sure thing Martha. G'night Steve-O."

"Night Fred, Tim, John. See you all tomorrow!"

"You too!"

And with that they left the house, closing the door behind them and leaving Martha and Steve alone again.

"Come on baby, let's get some sleep. Big day tomorrow." Martha said as she started to walk up the stairs.

"Ok Martha." He said with a yawn. "I'll join you"

He started to walk upstairs himself, dragging his feet slightly. His eyes started to droop as he walked up the stairway to his and Martha's bedroom. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes and get changed into his pajamas, he just slept in his work clothes. He laid there next to Martha and wrapped his arms around her as they both fell asleep. They were both looking forward to tomorrow, and Steve couldn't wait to start his much needed vacation.




The sun arose and the birds chirped to announce a new day. Steve let out a large yawn as he lazily flopped out of bed. He looked over to notice that Martha wasn't in bed with him. He could hear the shower running, so he just decided to wait till she was out so that he could shower. He couldn't smell like grime and sweat for the cruise, no matter how much she found it attractive.

Soon after she was finished he himself stepped into the shower to wash the dirt and sweat from yesterday's hard work down the drain. The water on his skin felt so relaxing and refreshing, it was almost like he had never worked a day in his life. After a long, warm, relaxing shower, he dried himself off and went to his dresser to dress. He didn't want to over dress, so he felt simple was better. He put on his usual Levi denim jeans, his socks, his shoes, and his lucky blue shirt, it had been a gift from Martha on their first date, a strange gift, but he always wore it, even if it was dirty, which in this case it wasn't.

With their items backed and their bodies refreshed they headed out the door to meet Steve's friends at the docks where the ship would be setting sail.


It was rather silent during the drive over to the docks. Both Steve and Martha were so excited to begin their vacation, it was well earned, and she was sure that Steve wanted this just as badly as she did. Parking was a nightmare, but upon finding the right spot the met Fred and John by the ship. Apparently Tim had to use the bathroom before setting sail, it just couldn't wait. So they waited for him, but not for long.

Tim wasn't far behind, soon they had boarded the ship and, after a long hour of waiting, had finally set sail. Their vacation could finally start, and they were damn well going to enjoy it.

They games on the deck, they stared off the side of the boat. Simple pleasures really, but it was Steve's first time on a boat, and he was taking rather well, no sea sickness or anything. Tim on the other hand had a hard time keeping his lunch down, it wasn't pretty. The first day seemed to pass rather quickly for Steve, and before he knew it they were eating dinner and watching a musical performance. Steve had a particular love for Steak, it was his favorite meal, well that and soup. He ate slowly as he enjoyed the show, it was a small, classical orchestra. It was a bit fancy for Steve and his friends, but none of them really minded.


Once they finished dinner they all walked back to their rooms, and since it was late, almost all of them immediately went to sleep. This was including Steve but Martha stayed up for a bit longer, staring out the Starboard window out onto the ocean. It was a rather lovely sight to see, the blue peacefulness of the water as they passed over it. It was beautiful, she wished Steve had been awake to see it with her…








Steve awoke to Martha frantically shouting and shaking him to wake up.


"Steve! God damn it Steve wake up! The ship's going down!"

"wha…what?" he said groggily"

"I said the Ship's going down! We don't have much time! Get up we have to go!"

Steve sat up and jumped out of bed, still in his jeans and lucky blue shirt. He quickly grabbed his shoes and ran out the door with Martha, only to find that the hallways was up to his shins in water.

"Fuck…" he mumbled to himself

He ran with Martha to the front of the ship, he looked into the sky to see a massive storm swaying the ship, and the back part of the ship flooding and sinking into the sea. He couldn't find Fred, or anyone for that matter, all he knew was he had to get out of there with Martha. He looked around but couldn't see anything, the storm was blowing rain and sea water against him, he had a hard time even walking on the deck. Around him countless people were screaming and jumping off the ship, with no regards for the lifeboats. He looked around and turned to Martha

"I don't think there are any boats left!" she shouted over the storm

"What are we going to do!?"

Steve looked around but before he had time to respond the ship tilted to its side, knocking him down. A large wave came from the side of the ship and hit it with immense force, knocking many people off of the ship and knocking the ship itself onto its side. The ship flipped itself and was now upside down with the deck now under the sea. Steve looked around underwater till he had found Martha. He grabbed her hand and swam quickly to the surface.

He broke through the surface of the water and swam around for something to rest Martha on. A lone wooden plank floated in the water, and he quickly tried to lift her onto it. He had dealt many types with hypothermia, but he was willing to sacrifice himself for his wife.

Martha sat there panting on the plank, and Steve just swam there and watched her to make sure she was ok. The roughness of the waves made it tough, but he stood his ground, or rather floated in his water. Martha soon looked at him and grabbed his hand.

"Are we going to die Steve?"

Steve looked her strait in her eyes.

"Not like this Martha, we'll make it."

He spoke too soon…



The storm picked up, the waves rose and fell rapidly and roughly. It separated Steve from Martha with a clash of water, he lost his orientation and was stuck floating underwater for a good while before he found the surface again. He looked around but couldn't see anything, all he could hear was a faint voice in the distance.

"Steve! Steve! Steve!"

"Martha! NO!" Steve screamed at the top of his lungs as the ocean carried him away from his wife. He tried swimming back but the ocean fought against him, pushing him farther away with every stride he attempted. Eventually he gave up and cried as he floated away, the ocean slowly attempting to drown him. Eventually he was clashed underneath the waves again, and he lost all consciousness…



Steve awoke to find himself on a beach, his lucky blue shirt still on his person, but tattered and torn. He could see a grassy plain in front of him and towering mountains on the horizon, and some close by. He stood up and walked along the beach, tears still in his eyes, he had hoped this wasn't real, but he knew deep down that it was. He stared at the ocean with a pain in his heart. With a damp paper he had in his pocket and a bottle he had found on the beach, he went looking for something to write a message, hoping he could reach Martha. He searched around, but only found trees. He knew tree sap could do the trick, but he didn't have a way to get it.

"I'm desperate…" he said.

He punched the tree for hours, trying to get the sap to write a message.


He went back to the beach, the message he had written in the bottle. A simple "I'm alive, wait for me." Was all he had written. He set the bottle down on the beach and watched it float away.

"I hope that reaches you Martha…I hope you're alive…"

He went back to walking along the beach.

"Guess I better make the most of this…"









Steve continued looking out the window at the starry night sky. He decided it couldn't hurt to walk along the beach one last time. He grabbed his Diamond sword and left the house. He didn't need to walk far, the house was built near the sea, since he had always had a love of it. He also hoped that if a ship were to ever sail by this Island, he would see it and could hopefully signal it.

He walked along the beach, his torch in hand. He just walked along the shores of the land and stared out into the quiet sea. As he was walking he tripped on a rather large object. His face planted itself in the sand as he stood up. He waved his torch around the area and noticed a faint glare coming from the shore. It was a glass bottle, and inside contained a note.

Steve broke open the bottle and retrieved the note, all that lay on the page was a simple message. "I'm waiting for you Steve –Martha"


Steve looked at the note with great pleasure in his heart.

"Thank you Martha…" he said to himself.

He stared back at the night sky hugging  the dark blue waters of the endless sea. His heart no longer ached, for he knew that Martha was alive, and waiting for him. He stared on forever, hoping his gaze could reach Martha. But a familiar tone beckoned him back to his reality…


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