Sunday, February 24, 2019

Captain Franklin Chronicles 3 - Bosom Mate Evenson Log





Day 72,

This has taken too long... Become a sailor, they said... you will see tropical countries, they said.... exotic ports, they said. Bollocks I say! Bollocks.

Day 82 it is now, since we lost our rudder... day 28 since Pionus First Class bit the dust...

I am supposed to rejoice that rations will last further now that she is no longer a drain on resources, well, I am not happy. She never ate a lot and at least I had a friend in her.

Supplies are now dangerously low, the ship has started to take on water, . I hope it doesn’t come to having to resort to cannibalism because I think the captain is full of gristle. I wouldn’t want to eat him. 

Earlier today we thought we saw some land in the distance, alas it was not at all the tropical island we were aiming for, it was a sad and scary place, all gray and white... methinks it was just an iceberg... the only thing we could hope for is hunting some seals there to sustain us as we float along in the open ocean. 

We are starting to grow tremendously weary of being trapped on this floating wreck we used to call home... with nothing to do we are getting on each others nerves, snapping at each other and engaging in useless arguments as to the direction of the winds.... well the wind is irrelevant since we lost our sails on Dec 7 and now, wind or no wind we are depending on destiny to bring us ever closer to our fate... be it whatever it may...

A glimmer of hope remains with every sunrise. We are not dead yet and there is water enough, if starvation doesn’t kill us, madness might as we cut each others throats in a final standoff in the middle of the Atlantic.

As it is we experience moments of tenderness and conversations which sound like we are best friends with deadly diseases ending in sentiments like  “To you I will leave my favourite pistol, just remember it shoots a bit to the left...” and “you are my only friend in this empty expanse of the vast ocean” yet as hours go by we have no one else to turn on but each other. I hope this ordeal passes soon.


May God protect us,

BM Evenson

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