Day 52, we are still adrift in this sea of
uncertainty. Supplies are running increasingly low, morale is at its lowest.
Bosom Mate Evenson and I are the only survivors of the sinking of our great
ship, The Palermo.
We had a junior ranking officer with us at first, Pionus
First Class Cora Jane alas she did not make it. Snatched from us by some sea
monster, she is remembered and will forever be missed, she fought gallantly let
it be said.
I must confess the entries have been
interspersed more and more as of late, what can be added to a sunken ship’s log
when all that we see upon the horizon on all bearings is but a desolate sea
with nary a soul or a ship in sight? If this journal doth make it in someone’s
hands I wish them to know a dream I had recently. I had this vision of a tiny
square with tiny fans inside it, all powered using Magnets. Sparks were coming
out of it and it was able to produce light, I called it Energon. I am hoping
this little dream of mine might someday induce a spark in some clever inventor’s
imagination.
Capt Franklin, signing off
No comments:
Post a Comment