Man on an island, day 371

The ferry trip across the water takes much longer than I expected, I row for hours past scattered debris and I swear a shark (The shark?) has been following us for the past hour or so. Most likely waiting for the raft to sink and make an easy meal out of us. Belatrix lets out a little growl and I know the predator is close by, I keep the weapon close by for any eventualities. After a few hours, I don't see the fin any more, he must have backed off. We reach the island and I run up the hill to the village! I am met by a sight of utter destruction...Fires everywhere, villagers running around and children crying. I see the chief giving orders, he calls me over and we shake hands. Time to get to work...