SOS

I doubt anyone will find this letter in a bottle in time to save me from this island, mainly because I’m being eaten a little each day by the creatures here, but their saliva cauterizes the wounds, so...could be worse, maybe? Oh, and the aforementioned creatures are adorable—essentially dog-frog hybrids (sadly, there’s no good portmanteau to be had there). They befriended me in the initial weeks after my plane crash, which in retrospect seems manipulative. Anyway, if you find this, my favorite was the black-spotted one who's chewing on my remaining kneecap right now; I’ve nicknamed the little fella “Gordy.”