Second entry

Don’t know what to write. Spent today in the crow nest. Cap hiding me away. No point being up here. Derrs and Ewan are at the helm, just trying to fight the tide.

Some storms are fun, not this one. Maker painted a big fat purple bruise over the sky and it has rained for a week.

Wish Cap had called up to me. Report, Ren! Yes, Captain! It is raining, Captain. Carry on—!

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Third entry

Purpose has charmed me. He is a happy bugger, and he’s done well to follow us. Seen birds follow ships but not fish. The way he moves looks like he’s dancing. In the moments when the winds calm we crowd the rail and he stands up out of the water almost as tall as a man. We cheer him on. His skin is inky, like pitch. His lines disappear in the foam.

We want to take our minds off the wet and the wind, the way the compass lies, the way we keep finding every reef in this godforsaken sea. We have almost scuppered twice. It’s nice to watch the dance.