Dear diary,

The storm is really putting us through the wringer.

I haven't got any sea legs and the gut bugs got me. I've been puking into a bucket inside a windowless room because Goodman's afraid I'd go overboard. I don't think I'm cut out to be a boat captain, or a pirate, or just generally being on a boat for long periods of time.

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Theodore meanwhile is loving the sea. He's gone overboard so much I think I might be a legendary angler in a couple days if I keep having to fish him out of the water.

Love,

Tina