This shall be my last journal entry.
All members of my crew have either died of starvation or murdered each other in a fit of madness.
Their captain is all that is left.
Never have I sailed a ship for myself. The masts have been left high. The wind decides where we shall go.
An end on the rocks seems fitting for such a poor captain.
We were dead before the ship even sank.
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