I don't know how I survived. Luck maybe? Or am I already dead?
We only left port little over a week ago and I regret it bitterly already.
Once lost on that watery deathtrap we neglected to read the pattern of the winds, and the dangers they were spelling out for us.
The skies were clear and the wind was ripe as we made our way across the mid Atlantic. I watched my hard working crew take a much needed break from the constant struggle of keeping the Sea Wind on course. The wind was in our favor and the sea was quite calm.
We should have turned around.
You see a storm began to brew off to the side of our ship but no one thought anything of it, no doubt they were all focused on exploring the New World.
But the storm over took us like black death in a fury of harsh winds and monstrous waves, the likes of which filled myself with such fear I am surprised I had the sense to command my chaotic crew. Men ran all over the deck trying to avoid the waves that crashed down on the ship dragging a few down to the watery trap.
I fell a few times as I tried to regain control of my vessel and rally my quickly diminishing crew. I witnessed my childhood friend rush up to join me at the helm when the a wave rose from the skin of the sea dwarfing my tiny ship. Grey looked at me then the wall of water that began to drop onto the mast.
I yelled his name and reached out to grab his outstretched arm but it was too late, the wave came down, ripping the mast of the ship in half and dragging my friend down with it.
I had fallen backwards against the railing of the ship and was pretty sure I had broken a rib or two all as the boat began to sink into the churning waters.
My pocket watch fell out of my pocket and flashed a bolt of lightening into my eyes, temporarily blinding me.
I remember falling backwards over the railing and feeling the hard smack of the water under me. The suction of the sinking ship pulled me every which way at its own design. I began thirsting for air as my broken ribs caused me pain.
Then there was a strange sight. I don't know if it was because I was dying or not but I swear I saw a white tail flash near me and right before I passed out I remember feeling a hand on my own hand.
Then I woke up here, in this glowing cave half in the pool of salt water. Crystals are growing in this undersea cavern... At least I assume its under the sea. The crystals are glowing in all colors making this cavern quite welcoming. I'm too exhausted to explore this cave in depth, but I have the energy to write in the journal, at least I was smart enough to keep this in the lining of my coat.
But I have a few questions.
How did I get here? I was half in the water.
And why are my ribs okay now?
-Robert
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