Chapitre 17: Day 17
Much much more bad news. Our food supply just rotted. Impossible. Harry noticed that every single container hold rotten and mushed food. One of them even contained maggots the size of rats. I don't know how this could have happened. We will need to reach land soon and I know if we go back, that storm will reappear and kill us all. It's too late going back. I hope at the end of this, we find some kind of land on the way, but we shouldn't get out hopes up on finding civilized land. We are in uncharted waters and any islands that we may find would probably be deserted. Still, I have to hope for the best. I need to keep up appearances for the crew's morale.
Update:
I woke up in the middle of the night. I heard the same voice, but it gave me a different message. "Almost" it said. "Almost" to what? I don't understand. I must really be going mad on these seas. Trying to find some reason to what these voices are telling me. It's all in my head, yet I still have an urge to keep going. I really hope we find some land, soon.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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