[ WP ] Walking along the beach you find two staircases , one leading into the sky , and the other into the sea .

*My name is Tomas Klinton. And I am a dead man. * 
 
 *Two days ago, the ship on which I worked, the* Sailfish *was destroyed in a storme. Before She went under, several of us managed to slip out aboard our life boat, but that too became a victim of the Storme. I awoke some time later in a surf on an unfamiliar beach. Several bodys of my crewmen were washed up alongside me. The crabs had already begun picking at some. I dug five graves for them, and sixth pit in which to keep the scavenging crabs until I had built a fyre and cooked them all. What I could not finish, I burnt andstrew about my camp. * 
 
 *The daye was just passed and so I made a pile of fallen palm fronds for bedding and slept just at the edge of the beach. On my second morning, I climbed a tree and loosed a half dozen coconuts for my break fast. After liberally covering my exposed flesh with the coconut oil, I headed east along the coast. In a short tyme, I found the remains of Korl, the foreigner who had cooked for us aboard the* Sailfish. *He had a quiet temperament that usually didnot befit such a barbarian, but he had served his place amongst the crew and I buried what had not been taken by sharks. I continued along the shoreline, stopping briefly at midday to rest away from the hot sun. Throughout the afternoon, I foraged at the edge of the jungle, finding some strange, soft fruits that were rather bitter but not entirely unpleasant. Just before nightfall, I built another fyre and bed before sleeping. * 
 
 *On my third day, I awoke at daybreak and spotted a large lizard batheing in the morning sun. Still sluggish from the cool night, I ran the scaly beast down. Compared to the crabs and coconuts, the lizard made a feast. I dried the leftover meat as best I could before placing it in a sling of green leaves to carry with me. * 
 
 *Before the afternoon, I spotted the tattered prow of an Imperial Warshippe trapped on a bay of shoals. With great caution, I made my way out amongst the rocky coast and clambered inside the derelict. A portion of its hold was still intact, and while the food had long since spoiled, I did find several bottles of beer along with textiles, and a small ledger. Seems to have been used to keep inventory, but it now serves as my journal. Much of the hold was flooded by the hightide so I rested on what was left of the deck beneath a silken curtain and drank several of the beers as I picked at the lizard. Waking again a few hours before sunset, I explored deeper into the now accessible hold. In the lowest level, I found the bones of old sailors and a rusting sabre. While its blade is dull, it is still a better weapon that any club I could fashion. I picked up a few more beers and returned to deck to sleep through the night. * 
 
 Day 4 Entry 1 
 
 *To the best of my knowledge, today is the 15th day of Spring. And since I will have no way of knowing when the next person to set eyes upon this book will be, the year is 1153. The tide is once more high, so I will eat what is left of the lizard and repack my bag with as many beers as I can carry before returning to the beach. Perhaps I will use some of these textiles to sew better clothing? * 
 
 Day 4 Entry 2 
 
 *I thankfully managed to keep my journal dry coming back from the Warshippe. And as evidence for my improving luck, I found a freshwater stream that appears to flow down from the inland mountains. I filled the empty bottles and capped them with coconut husks. There is a nice bend here in which I will sleep for the afternoon before continuing along the beach. * 
 
 Day 4 Entry 3 
 
 *It came into view several hours ago. Though what it is remains a mystery to me. In the distance, perhaps along the coast, there rises an enormous column. Perhaps that's not quite the right word as it appears rather slender, as it can completely disappear behind a needle held at arm's length. And yet it soars into the sky, its peak fading into the clouds. Perhaps I had spent to much time in the sun? I will see if it is still visible in the morning. * 
 
 Day 5 Entry 1 
 
 *Sure enough, I could see the Tower this morn. I find myself more curious than hungry and plan to head off immediately. * 
 
 Day 5 Entry 2 
 
 *It is certainly becoming closer. But how close is it? I tried to conceive of some way of measuring the distance to no avail this afternoon. I stopped only briefly to rest my feet. I managed to pull some fish from some small pools during the low tide, but did not stop to cook them. I suppose I should eat them, I've had nothing all day. * 
 
 Day 6 Entry 1 
 
 *I can not explain it, but I feel that today I will find myself at the Tower. There is little time to lose. * 
 
 Day 6 Entry 2 
 
 *More of the same bitter fruit for this evening's meal. I am tempted to continue on through the night, but the shore ahead is rocky and will make for a difficult trek under the moonlight. * 
 
 Day 7 
 
 *It is extraordinary. When I finally spotted its base as I came around an isthmus, I ran to it. It's situated along the shore, surrounded by beach. Even standing close enough to touch the smooth, grey stones, I can not see the top. * 
 
 *The ground level is open, this storey supported by six robust columns. Perfectly round, it is scarcely wider than the deck of a 9 sail shippe. Inside is no more than stairs that to my shock, not only ascend, but also descends. This too, I can not see the end. Like some giant well, the bottom disappears into darkness as the heights the clouds. Not yet willing to use the steps, I spent the afternoon sitting on the rim, watch as the high tide lapped at the ground floor. The higher waves splashed over the rim, water washing down the smooth steps. Down into the darkness. * 
 
 Day 9 Entry 1 
 
 *I must remember to record my thoughts, and my progress. On a small knoll overlooking the Tower, I have made a small encampment. Some driftwood for shanty walls on three sides and overhead. I have begun foraging the nearby area for food. There is another stream, or perhaps the same? a short walk away so that I can drink. I've taken to spending the afternoons sitting in my hovel, looking out at the tower. I wish I could stand in the middle of the the tower. I wonder if it opens up to daylight above? * 
 
 Day 10 
 
 *How is it already dark? I walked down to the tower this morning, to watch the waves come and go against the stonework. And yet the sun is already setting? Though I am rather hungry. Did I spend all day there? *
