Sol-Date: 2215-51-13

That first log didn’t get quite the responses that I thought it would. Hrm. Perhaps I’ll need to wait a while before any activity appears. After all, nobody ever got famous overnight with a blog, which I suppose this is. Sort of.

Some more weird things have been happening lately. I told the Captain about it and he seemed concerned that I seemed concerned. Usually I don't voice these things, and play it off as ship-noise. Kind of like a building popping when it settles.

The captain agreed that we should dock to a station as soon as we can to get some stuff diagnosed. We just don’t have the equipment sensitive enough to run a full diagnostic. Captain says we should be there for a few days, maybe a week at most. Hopefully we will be able to figure out what caused that humming noise.

Or was that more of a growling noise?

Suppose it doesn’t matter. I’m still not dead, which is more than a lot of space-fairing sailors that have seen combat.

I guess anybody reading this will probably want to know what some of those weird things were, instead of my ramblings. The bad thing about this damn voice to text app is that I can't figure out how the hell to delete what I've already said. It's been hell, having to rerecord this thing.

Anyway. Two days after the incident with the engine - the S-date would have been the fifth - I was walking towards the mess hall. While walking down a corridor on deck thirty-four, I heard a tinkling noise. Not like one you would hear from a drippy faucet into an empty steel sink, but more like a dog's nails clacking while walking on concrete, just not so quick. Does that make sense? Probably not. Most of you probably don’t even know what dogs are, unless you’re as old as I am. Most of you kids are into those weird, small things. What do they call them? Chilentidas? Chirenlesomething? Those things that look like rodents but fluffier. Not important.

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Of course, nobody was with me so I probably sounded crazy when talking about it to Garrett.

If that doesn’t make me sound crazy, this sure will. Once is an oddity, twice is a coincidence, but three times makes a pattern. I heard a scream. Something like a mixture between an elephant’s trumpet, panther’s scream, and a lion’s roar ending in that same growling rumble I heard the day of the engine incident. That’s the best I can describe it. This happened a few days ago. Would have been the tenth. It chilled me to the bones, it did. Still makes me shiver when I think about it. Guh.

The crazy thing is that when I ran to nearby room with others inside, where I thought I heard it come from, they had no clue what I was talking about. I know it wasn’t in my head. The only person that seems to believe me is the captain, but even he might just be doing me a favor considering our history.

Maybe I am crazy. Getting the space-jeebies. Either way I can’t wait to be on a planet. Solid earth does wonders for the mind that a steel deck just can’t do. The only good thing about working in a ship is the hazard pay. It's enough to save a lot, and also afford the wife to come visit when we dock. The wife told me she would be waiting for me over at Kyou, one of the capital planets of the Japanese Confederacy.

I've got a funny story about the Japanese, but that's for another time. Maybe I'll get another one while in Kyou.