A letter from a desert island

My name is Albert Roca and I'm writing this from an island near Seychelles. My brothers are here too. We are lost and we can't escape.

Life is very fun after nine days on this island. We haven't got any games and we can't see our pet either. Every day I make a fire on the beach and look for boats.

We can't survive. It's very hot and sunny. There isn't much food. We sometimes eat shellfish. We eat monkey too, but they're horrible.