[last lines]
Jenn: [leaving a note] For a lot of my life, I've struggled with being believed. The truth doesn't always come with a receipt. Sometimes all we have is our word.
Jenn: There's no way for me to show you the things that I can tell you. That there's a monster here taller than any man I've ever seen, twice as fast in water as it is on land, and it bleeds black blood. For a week I've run from it and hid from it, but not anymore. If you find this note, what's left of my body will either be on this island, or deep in a hole off the west shore. I hope this letter is enough for you to believe my story.
