It’s funny, but the travelers had all read my blog. Harry, my editor, has thus moved on to another story. But I don’t mind though, Harry never really had any real vision – or imagination. He hasn’t even called to check up on me, which makes me wonder if I even have a job to come back to. But oddly enough, I don’t care. I’m starting to realize that, just like these new travellers were drawn to this island, so was I. I just used my sister as an excuse – refusing to accept the fact that this island has been calling to me for a long time now. The folks at Involvium Energy Ventures are creating a permanent mining colony here. In fact, this island and the Involvium it contains have become so important to them that they are changing their name to "Involvium Ventures Mining".
I think I’ll stay and see if I can help out. This Involvium stuff is too special and precious not to be studied and harnessed. Yeah, I know, I totally know I sound like Gollum from LOTR right now.
I've been talking to the travelers that arrived on the island this morning. One and all, they have said that they were drawn here, as if my blog's words, my will, was speaking in their ear. "I have captured them in my net" it seems.
One of the new travelers, Paperback Voom, turned to me this afternoon while lingering at a spring in the jungle and said “You don’t know what you’ve started here, miss."
"More people are coming”. He had this hopeful gleam in his eye, as if this was for some sort of greater good. At that point, we realized that it wasn’t just the island that drew us together, it was the power within. My will. Channeled through the energy captured in the Involvium to connect with those that would be touched.
I now believe this stuff brings out the best in all of us. Kinda gives me hope for our future. And the more I work with the team from Involvium Ventures Mining, the more I realize that there are great, great things ahead.
Well, I should go. The sun will be setting soon and I don’t want to miss it. Even though I’ve seen it every day, it always feels like the first time.
-- J.S. out.