Waterlogged Notebook
Carefully flipping through the pages, you notice that it appears to be journal listing the daily events of the author.
1st Entry
My name is Bior Ulfarsson. My wife told me that I should write about my experiences here aboard the Trana. She says it may help ease the passing of time and keep track of any events that may happen. I don't know. I've never been much for writing, but I'll do it for her I guess. It's been 2 weeks since we left Bjorgyn, I can still see Reynir off to our west on clear days. I'll certainly miss the mountains and the snow, but this will bring money back to my family. Nothing has happened since we left, managed to bring in a good haul of fish to padden our supplies.
Well we've been on the sea's for about a month now. We are just off the eastern shore of the Isle of Sandgil. We had one hell of a storm last night. The main mast almost snapped in two. It's harder than I thought it would be on the ship. The further south we go, the warmer it gets and the humidity. I don't even want to talk about the humidity. The captain has to keep his papers indoors lest they become wet once outside. I'll be happy once we reach Clode and drop off our goods and return home. I hate the sea.
It's been 40 days... 40 long days... We were hit by another storm last night. The wind and waves carried way off track. Our navigator was killed when the rear mast snapped and fell on top of him. A few others fell overboard. The captain is fine though, doesn't seem like the crew is panicking, maybe they have it under control. I just want to go home, damn these good and damn Imperos. If they cannot make it on their own, then why should we help? I don't see any men from Imperos risking their lives. If they want to goods so bad, why can't they just come get it? Should have never gotten on this damned ship.
Day 60, supplies are getting thin. We manage to keep bringing about fish, but water is running out. Ale is gone, a bit of wine is left. Some of the crew are drinking potions just to quench the thirst. I think we're lost. Land hasn't been spotted for a while now and appears we are still heading south. The captain says we will head west in a few days to hit Imperos. I don't think he know's what he is talking about. Some of the crew have began talking about taking over. I don't care who the captain is, I just want to get home. I miss the mountains, the snow, and the forest. I sleep most of the day, keeps time passing by.
Captain says he is heading west, but judging by the moons and the sun it seems we're still heading south. 70 days now... The crew is planning to toss the Captain overboard tomorrow. Think I might give him the final push myself... I don't think I'll ever see home again... Hopefully someone finds this... who know's... If someone does, just tell my wife Asta and daughter Bolla that I love them.
We threw the captain overboard last night. No one came to his defense. I felt a little sad, but to hell with him. Maybe now we will get home. We need water.
90 days, we see land to our west. Doesn't look like Imperos, looks to be desert. We haven't found a place to dock yet. We have decided to skirt the shore of the land to find a suitable place. There are so many rocks sticking up out of the waters. We've lost over half the crew now to exposure and thirst. Some decided to drink the sea water, they didn't last long. My lips... they feel like sand and the salt air stings the cracks in them. We should just swim for it.
1st Entry
My name is Bior Ulfarsson. My wife told me that I should write about my experiences here aboard the Trana. She says it may help ease the passing of time and keep track of any events that may happen. I don't know. I've never been much for writing, but I'll do it for her I guess. It's been 2 weeks since we left Bjorgyn, I can still see Reynir off to our west on clear days. I'll certainly miss the mountains and the snow, but this will bring money back to my family. Nothing has happened since we left, managed to bring in a good haul of fish to padden our supplies.
2nd Entry
Well we've been on the sea's for about a month now. We are just off the eastern shore of the Isle of Sandgil. We had one hell of a storm last night. The main mast almost snapped in two. It's harder than I thought it would be on the ship. The further south we go, the warmer it gets and the humidity. I don't even want to talk about the humidity. The captain has to keep his papers indoors lest they become wet once outside. I'll be happy once we reach Clode and drop off our goods and return home. I hate the sea.
3rd Entry
It's been 40 days... 40 long days... We were hit by another storm last night. The wind and waves carried way off track. Our navigator was killed when the rear mast snapped and fell on top of him. A few others fell overboard. The captain is fine though, doesn't seem like the crew is panicking, maybe they have it under control. I just want to go home, damn these good and damn Imperos. If they cannot make it on their own, then why should we help? I don't see any men from Imperos risking their lives. If they want to goods so bad, why can't they just come get it? Should have never gotten on this damned ship.
4th Entry
Day 60, supplies are getting thin. We manage to keep bringing about fish, but water is running out. Ale is gone, a bit of wine is left. Some of the crew are drinking potions just to quench the thirst. I think we're lost. Land hasn't been spotted for a while now and appears we are still heading south. The captain says we will head west in a few days to hit Imperos. I don't think he know's what he is talking about. Some of the crew have began talking about taking over. I don't care who the captain is, I just want to get home. I miss the mountains, the snow, and the forest. I sleep most of the day, keeps time passing by.
5th Entry
Captain says he is heading west, but judging by the moons and the sun it seems we're still heading south. 70 days now... The crew is planning to toss the Captain overboard tomorrow. Think I might give him the final push myself... I don't think I'll ever see home again... Hopefully someone finds this... who know's... If someone does, just tell my wife Asta and daughter Bolla that I love them.
6th Entry
We threw the captain overboard last night. No one came to his defense. I felt a little sad, but to hell with him. Maybe now we will get home. We need water.
7th Entry
90 days, we see land to our west. Doesn't look like Imperos, looks to be desert. We haven't found a place to dock yet. We have decided to skirt the shore of the land to find a suitable place. There are so many rocks sticking up out of the waters. We've lost over half the crew now to exposure and thirst. Some decided to drink the sea water, they didn't last long. My lips... they feel like sand and the salt air stings the cracks in them. We should just swim for it.
Type
Journal, Personal
Medium
Paper
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