…Captain’s log 643…We have been here far too long. The food is becoming scarce and the men are becoming delusional. Thank goodness for the sound of silence. At least then I know that no one is fighting. We have been stranded here for six hundred and forty three days. We are down to the last bit of our rations and the only water we have is that of which we desalt from the sea. The nights are cold and I know of one man who complains of feeling frost bitten. I think the poor soul is at his wits end. If he is losing his mind then I know that I as well can lose mine. I think of Abigail and Terrance and how they are better off not knowing that their father is in such a bad situation. When I see the gulls flying over head I tell them to send word to my children and bring them to me in my dreams. I think about my dear Elizabeth and wonder how she is carrying on. I imagine her sitting by the window staring out onto a beautiful green pasture. Oh, Elizabeth how you are missed. I must not wander too deeply into thought. I must keep focused on the men and their survival. We can only do the best that we are able to do for right now. We must survive…

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