Day 1:

Gentle stirring awoke me, rocking me like a cradle. The fresh air smelt salty which made me wonder where on Earth I was. My body was aching everywhere, like I slept in the most awkward position that my body wasn't used to. My knees were bent to fit me in whatever I was laid in. Slowly, my eyes pulled open. Which revealed to me a clear blue sky with light dotted clouds here and there. The Sun hung above, giving the world light and life. Hanging like a lamp from a ceiling. For a moment, I wondered how I was here in the first place. My brain recalled no memories at all of what had happened before I passed out... Or more like fell asleep.

As I carefully sat up, the ground below me wobbled again. No, I wasn't on ground at all, I was still at sea. When did I get on this boat? Fifty millions questions spawned at once which seemed to confuse me even more. Shaking my head from the thoughts, I held the sides of the boat and looked around. I scanned the horizon for any sign of humanity or islands. In a way, I doubted myself but one never knows if they don't take a look. After looking, I sighed. There not a single thing around apart from water. My heart had a sudden sinking feeling of misfortune and bad luck, it felt like it sunk so low it gave me a nervous feeling in my gut. When I moved my legs, unwinding them from the cramped position, my foot knocked against something. Looking to see what obstructed my foot, it turned out to be a sack tied shut with a string. Maybe, I have some clues as what happened to me or a way of getting back.

Feeling a sense of hope, I lunged forward for the bag and tugged at the knot. For a moment, my fingers felt clumsy and fumbled around for a moment. Cursing to myself, I struggled then suddenly yanked it free from the loop that enclosed the rope. Then, like a spoilt child, I rummaged around for anything useful. For a moment, everything seemed foreign when I felt something square or rectangular. Pulling it free, it was a worn leather bound book. The parchment paper was crumpled and worn as if it had been dried after being wet. Curious as to what the book contained, I flipped it open and read the first page it landed on.

24th June 1637

We had been at sea for just over a month now and we in the middle of the Indian Ocean by now, the air seemed different. A different kind of salty smell, the water surrounding us left right and center. The endless stretch of water went on for miles out to the horizon, it felt like we were getting nowhere. Each day was the same, not seeing any sign of any civilization. Me and my crew wondered whether we were actually heading the right way. However every time we checked the map and compass it seemed right. In that case, we continued to let the wind guide us to our destination.

Growing bored of that page, I flicked forward a page. Hmm, I recall now. The more I thought about it, the more I remembered about what happened before I ended up stranded here. A name came to mind, John... or Jack? I believe he was the one who became concerned about the whole "are we going the right way?" business. Looking down at the book again, I continued to the formal hand writing that was etched into the paper.

25th June 1637

This morning there was a problem on board, I heard men running around amok shouting something about a hole and water. Of course, it was what I dreaded. There was a leak in the very lower deck, the place in which we kept all our food and drink in order to survive this long journey. When I came out of my cabin, most them were down there anyway. In hopes to block the oncoming sea water and prevent us from drowning to our deaths. Even if we did start sinking, we'd have no chance of survival unless we use the wooden smaller boats we kept. A few said it was a waste of space but in an event like this, it might be useful. I wasn't against having little spare wooden boats as an escape route however there is a lot of us and not all of us would fit in. The last thing I want is to be paddling for my life in a foreign ocean, if anyone was to escape, it would be me.

Ah yes, now I recall. There was a leakage on board and there was a moral panic about it. Smiling to myself, I put the book back in the bag and rummaged around again. The other items included a map, compass, pot of ink and a quill. It appeared I may be stranded here for a while, if not, until the day I slowly rot away. Thinking out the doom that awaited me, an idea suddenly occurred to me which made my eyes pop open with surprise. What about food? Again, I looked around at the stretch of endless water. I puffed out a sigh and frowned. Maybe I really am doomed, trapped here until I die.

Soon, I laid back down and let the water take me. The little boat rocked with the waves, making it soothing for me to sleep. Wood is not recommended for pillow material so I folded up my red coat and placed it beneath my head. Settling down, I looked up at the sky. It was slowly turning orange now, the sun set was close. It will also be hard to tell the time, I can't even remember where I put my pocket watch. Accepting my fate and new reality, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep away my problems. But I couldn't help but wonder, what happened to the crew?