It has been several months since we left the harbour. The ship has traveled south, yet we have not reached our destination. The crew members are getting restless, I fear mutiny is not far off. The captain, who at first was open to his crew members in our voyage. Now remains shut in his cabin for days on end. Just what does he do in his cabin, I wonder?. For he speaks nor see anyone, besides getting his daily meal. The light can be seen underneath his cabin door every night.
And it is not just the captains absence that belies the fear of the crew. For the weather is now more stranger and even more restless than the crew & the captain. The sky is always dark, rough waves crash against the ship. The winds are unearthly, they sound like roars and howls, that is not of this earth. It chills me to the bones, just hearing them. And yet the ship travels
…. to its destination.