YOOM, I'm Trying to Shoot.

There's four men left, yom, and they realize without any more food, they would all die. We could have taken the cowhide off the oars. Co sen of those plants are esible ever. I'm exhausted fom chewing, eating a couch. Soon they became too weak to steer the boat, so just drifting. Andiwere tryed to go east, but then i ould blow west, nhit would blow east.