Dear Journal,
The wind is turning violent again, but it is not yet season. I am worried about this, for it means that a storm is coming too early in the season. When that happens, it means trouble for me and my friends.
I must go and prepare medicines and such in case that there is a shipwreck.
Signed,
KAIMANA,
ocean-daughter
Dear Journal,
The sky darkens quickly, and the air begins to thicken. I can smell the disturbance in the water, and hear the storm so far from shore. My friends have left for safety and shelter, as have I. I have all I need with me.
Fair well for now.
Signed,
KAIMANA,
ocean-daughter
Dear Journal,
The waves smack the shore; the wind howls in rage; the rains are heavy and mean.
To think, this is only the start.
Signed,
KAIMANA,
ocean-daughter
Dear Journal,
There is yet more rain to come, I can smell, feel, and hear it.
Signed,
KAIMANA,
ocean-daughter
Dear Journal,
Dear Father,
To you I send a word of thanks.
Were it not for,
your loving heart,
I would have died tonight
out
among
our humble shore,
between the rocks
or in the sea,
I know
not
which,
you see.
Dear Father,
From beyond the Gates,
I send to
thee
a
word
of
thanks.
Signed,
KAIMANA,
ocean-daughter
Dear Journal,
The storm is gone, but I must go search my beach for survivors.
Signed,
KAIMANA,
ocean-daughter