Day 2,123

There was only one bridge between Salethorpe Island and the mainland until the spring floods last year. It may only be home to about thirty people but you'd be surprised at how quickly the local governments panicked and how desperate they were to regain contact with the islanders.

A friend of mine who works in the town council said they weren't giving out the full story but they were terrified. Apparently a top-level memo went around making all sorts of wild claims that boiled down to one thing - the islanders weren't human and the longer they were left alone, the more danger we were all in.

Fortunately for us all, a basic wood-and-rope bridge was set up within a week. Less fortunately, the five supply boats that had been sent over had all failed to return. The rough spring tides were blamed and no further investigation went into finding the missing crew.

I just wonder why they sent so many boats in the first place. I wonder if they were delivering supplies or if they were sacrificed to pacify whatever the hell is over there pretending to be human. I wonder what would have happened if we'd just let all contact drop and isolated the island altogether.

I hope this coming spring will be gentle enough that we'll never have to find out but in the meantime we'll all keep our eyes on the shore and bring any bones we find to the churchyard without alerting the police. Best to just let things rest and not cause any more of a fuss than need be.