I never should have left father's shop. I could be baking bread in the warmth, but here I am, on this forsaken ship, waiting to sink. The storm has not let up. The captain's already abandoned the ship, diving into the black ocean earlier tonight. I'm sure they got him. Those dreadful eyes from beneath the waves. I pointed them out but no one saw, they think I'm cracking, like the captain. I'm NOT. Although I wish I was, perhaps my doom would then be easier to cope with. This is my final entry, I'd wager.
Parson Jim, foolish deckhand
Uploaded July 30th, 2009 by GOMN Updated August 7th, 2009