A Map of Yellow Island was all I have to write on, quickly I stuffed it into a bottle - sealed it and tossed it over-board, before anyone noticed what I was doing.
I stood there for a moment or two as the bottle drifted out of sight, my words at the whim of the waves.
Map of my precious "Желтый Остров"; I had drawn a compass in one corner and in the middle of the map I had drawn a heart with our initials "K и V".
On the back I wrote to my beloved
iСамая дорогая Кейт, моя любовь, моя жена,
Мой рейс домой был неожидан - но я обещаю когда-нибудь возвращаться к Вам и нашему Желтому Острову и строить Вас красивый дом.
