Dear diary,

I feel like we're going on circles.

Everyday I wake up, look outside and see the sea. I go up to the bridge and talk with Bitsy, then Gina calls us to eat. We have the same thing everyday, beans and toast. Soon the food is going to run out but we're still stuck in this boat. Well, this foggy puddle of water.

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

I check up on Theodore and he's still a mer-dog. I check on the chickens and they're still chickens. Then I look up at the sky and there's an eye staring back at me.

Love,

Tina