The Hatching Of My Great Plan

I, Charles Darwin, have finally set foot on a lush enticing island: I have hit the Galapagos Islands. My first sights were a large beaming bright field that gleamed at me, beyond this a colossal, magnificent jungle of trees and wildlife. One's mind was set into a distant everlasting gaze towards the sensational mother nature, finches flew other head making a constant chiming noise which fascinated me.

One began to unpack and settle into ones unique surroundings when a strange remarkable bird sat abruptly, bolt up right. The powerful gaze startled me and burned through me, then it graciously fluttered away. Ones ears felt like a bomb when a type of strange and peculiar song lost me and flew into my ears. I am not able to stop being impressed by this astonishing beautiful island.

One's excitement is evolving massively since lunging off the HMS Beagle. I ,today, have seen a tortoise that jutted out and slumbered to the ground in a slow steady movement. One has observed that this species of tortoise is extraordinary as the sizes that this creature reaches. One even managed to sit down and feel lightly the rough texture on the top of it's rock solid shell. As I looked a bit closer one saw a tube like neck that lunged forward at me, growing on this neck were pieces of algae which I very gently brushed off.

One's tent had been ravenously ravaged and I was horror struck and over all mostly very worried about what creature this might be. A large, disturbing sort of creature elegantly bristled and trudged out and one saw a series of notched scales jotting out. This creature now I recall was an iguana that decided to obliterate itself through my very own herbs. Although, this creature had just ruffled through all my healthy foods I decided I would leave it be as it appealed me seeing it ruffle through my food.

I attempted a late night stroll later on and this was quite a pleasure as one of my closest crew mates trailed along joyfully with his guitar. As we were frolicking I was thinking in deep thorough thoughts about the creatures I had approached that day. From the small furry ball of feathers (the finch) to the colossal pile of rock and the small herbivore of a dinosaur. AS I was pondering one heard a cheery song and at first I assumed it was my cremate but once he decide for some quite I realised it was that cheery music.

I am not just thinking about the creatures that I have seen today but also the amazing wildlife and plants. As I recall I haven't yet ventured towards/into the large forest that stood waiting for me when we arrived. I have noticed that over the years things change overtime I am planning on letting the public hear my thoughts about this and I already have a name for this: Evolution or Adapting. I have only one concern which is that people such as priests and people from religions might despise me.

I have approached the end of the day and one believes I should get some rest as the rest of the crew were loading and unloading luggage such as food they are already asleep. The way of getting my theories out is by writing a book I believe I shall call this 'Origin Of The Species'. I will sell this in shops once we have ventured back and people all over the world including scientists can give there opinion. Anyway, right now I believe I should get some rest.