Ship’s Log, Week Three-Day One:
Seas remain turbulent in what has been a most unruly December. Today conditions were exacerbated when the skies opened up and a glimmer of light shined down for a brief moment. Lo and behold it was only the eerily calm eye of this tumultuous storm.
Crew member morale is suffering after two of our finest deckhands were thrown overboard by today’s large swell. They’re a rugged bunch and have been making due on the glue binding my books and boiled boots. My only concern is that scurvy may set in soon.
There are whispers of a mutiny and others who are having fantastic visions of a flying deity coming to save us. The two forces are equally balanced but the scene is a formidable powder keg vulnerable to even a small spark.
I myself continue to dine from the Capitan’s rations of meat, legumes and dried greens which has me feeling fit. However a rogue wave succeeded in throwing me into the wildly-spinning wheel which maimed my hand. It appears I will be forced to either remove said hand or die of infection.
We will press onward with our quest and have added a third scout to the highest mast—two to search for land and one to explore the skies for this mystical deity. Morale must be maintained, even if it means committing resources to so called magic.