Captain's Log
Day 87
The Palermo long gone, dreams of sandy beaches in the last remaining western colony vanished. This, is what Bosom Mate Evenson and I have to contend with.
All those casualties, all the cargo sunk to the bottom, good grief! And all for naught !
Oh misery! Mayhaps I should contain myself considering all was not lost.We did lose our faithful raft I lovingly called The Zatara (it means driftwood) and the ample provisions we had.
As serendipity would have it, it seems this storm was perhaps sent to us by Neptune himself, believing we would perish as our supply cache is now feeding bottom dwelling creatures in this vast ocean.
Salvation! Oh yes, salvation, appeared mere minutes after the skies cleared and the sea smoothed itself over. The most beautiful schooner I have ever laid eyes upon appeared on the horizon, glided towards us on waves as smooth as ice and up Jacob's ladder we went.
The Autonomos is the ship we boarded, captained by an unassuming gentleman and his lovely first officer Ms Lisa... we couldn't stumble upon a better boat.
The crew is as charming as its commanding officer, a rag tag bunch of nearly 200 who somehow feel like a large family after only a few days.
I must say, I am quite relieved to have been rescued from this ordeal, words fail me in gratitude...
Capt. B S Franklin
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