Day 30

This is eerily like the first time I sailed.

I'm running low on food and I'm hopelessly lost somewhere in South Blue. My boat's also barely floating. I've been terrorised by all sorts of sea monsters and a Sea King.

This is annoying. I'm bored stiff, there's no wind, I have no idea how long I've been at sea. As always, when I have nothing to do, when I don't know what to do; I'm writing in this blasted journal as always.

It's too much hope for me to be picked up by another ship like last time.

But it's all I could hope for right now.