Day 65,
Bosom Mate Evenson was up having nightmares
all night, I feel as if the solitude of our predicament is finally breaking her
spirits.
When I was attempting to harpoon a humpback whale that had been
circling our meager rescue vessel, I could have sworn I heard her exclaim “The
Germans! The Germans!”.
I would gladly have welcomed even those brutish louts,
nevertheless, I feel our misfortunes are coming to an end, I can feel it.
Signing off,
Capt. Bartholomew Simeon
Franklin
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