Dear diary,

This week was such a disaster, I was meant to set sail on Sunday but it got delayed because of bad weather. There was reports, from passing boats, that the light at the lighthouse wasn't working. On Monday, we set sail to Eilean Mor.

On the boat, I was lost for words. It was silent. Nobody came exept the captian and me - no support - we both didn't know what to say. I felt sick. Really sick (are they ok).

When we finally got there, I ran up the steps really fast, tripping, to see that the door was unlocked. I called there names (Thomas Marshall,James Ducat and Donald McArthur) there was no reply. I went into the kitchen and found a half eaten meal, a turned over chair, a stopped clock and one set of overalls. I searched every where: I couldn't find them . It all happened so fast it felt like a blur.

Thats when I knew something was wrong. VERY wrong!