Describing the island by Joe

Dear diary,

Today, as I looked around my island, I saw a long white sandy beach that stretched as far as the eye could see. I could hear the huge waves as they crashed against the shore, bringing with them the horrible scent of washed up seaweed which was as new to the island as I was. The taste of seawater still lingered at the back of my throat and the scorching sun burnt my back as its rays hit me. Everywhere I looked I was surrounded by huge towering palm trees which constantly had coconuts falling out of them which looked like small brown bowling balls. I then explored the rest of my island and all the supplies I could find.

From Joe