The following is another excerpt from a recently discovered
journal believed to belong to Amelia Earhart’s unnamed and almost unknown
navigator, written during their long, but doomed flight around the world in
1937 which was believed to end in the South Pacific at the hands of sneaky
Japanese fighter pilots after she discovered Admiral Yamamoto’s dastardly plan
to attack Pearl Harbor.
July 7, 1937: Uncharted
South Pacific island. Well, we’ve
survived the crash and have stripped out everything useful from the plane. Looks like the natives were right. Soon after our departure from Lae, we saw a
group of marauding planes. Amelia
thinks they were Japanese. We turned
south to avoid them but then, just our luck, they turned south also. They didn’t see us because there were a few
clouds between us but they kept pushing us off course, southward. Many hours later we shook them and turned
eastward again but by now we were a thousand or more miles off course. I told Amelia that we should turn west and
make for Australia but she wanted to continue east and try for Fiji. Well, sure enough, after another hour we
were jumped by two Japanese fighters and they shot us full of holes. Amelia was able to set it down on the shore
of this uncharted desert isle but we’ve got no phone, no lights, no motor cars,
not a single luxury. But, if we plan well and don’t get caught by a Japanese
raiding party I think we’ll be ok.
October 12, 1937: It’s been about three months and no
rescue. Heck, they’re probably all
looking two thousand miles to the north, where our original course was.
May 3, 1940: I can’t keep eating coconuts. Three years of eating coconuts is enough to
drive anyone crazy. Now, half the time
when I look at Amelia she looks like a roasted chicken like you would see in
the cartoons. Yeah, maybe a skinny
chicken that won’t shut up but a skinny roasted chicken regardless…
November 1, 1941: Amelia is frantic. She keeps telling me about the “Japanese sneak attack plan” she
discovered before we departed on the last leg of our historic, but ill-fated
flight. Saying she’s got to get to U.S.
territory to warn the President about the Japanese. Once I caught her wading out to sea on her way to the white
house. I had to hit her on the head
with a frying pan to stop her.
August 13, 1943: Lot’s of activity the last few years. Planes flying overhead and smoke on the
horizon. We haven’t been able to attract
the attention of any of them. Must be
big things happening. Amelia keeps
walking around in circles saying “I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.”
June or July, 1956: It’s been a long time. From time to time we see a plane but other
than that you would think we were the last people on Earth. Every now and then we see a really bright
light to the northeast followed by tall storm clouds that kinda look like giant
mushrooms… weird.
1960: Saw some killer whales swim by the island
and it reminded me of my dream of starting an airline. They were feeding on some seals off shore
that were heading south for the summer.
Man, I’d hate to have one of them looking to make a meal of me. I think Amelia’s finally gone ‘round the
bend. She’s gone completely native and
walks around wearing only her cargo shorts.
Damn, wish she had bigger boobs.
1964: Crazy storm last night, worst one I’ve seen
since we were stranded here. This
morning we discovered that a tiny boat was shipwrecked on the lagoon and seven
people have taken over the south half of the island. Amelia thinks they’re Japanese spies but I think they’re just a
figment of our imagination. I mean
they’re the weirdest group of bungling fools I’ve ever seen. There’s the skipper and his first mate, a
man and woman that dress like they’re millionaires going out for a night on the
town, A woman wearing a long slinky dress who acts like she’s Mae West, a geeky
“professor” type and a girl who looks like she just stepped off of a farm. We’re gonna hide in the jungle awhile just
to make sure they’re ok. Oh well, if
they are real, they’re gonna be here for a long, long time, they'll have to make the best of things, ‘cause it's
an uphill climb…
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