May 16th:

It's only been five days, but I can see the looks they share; I hear the quiet whispers that fade as soon as I walk into the room. Even Alyne seems to be judging my every move, just waiting for the right moment.

I had passed by the stern, the sun high above us at the time, Ulric rested on the mast as he fingered his dagger. His eyes trained on a mark only he knew as he hummed the sea ...

The Draftless, Captain Hunter Hobson.

Day: Thirteen.

Coordinates: 49°56'40.6"N 2°41'37.1"W

The crew have complained again.

I have the right mind to open the hatch and let them fall. But watching them plummet would be somewhat unfavourable on my part—as the seafarers below like to say, I’d be up a creek without a paddle without them.

Yet, they have complained again. About what? I can not answer...

P.S. Kaleidoscope is the name of the ship.

April 29, 2009

It is finally the day. The Kaleidoscope and it’s crew is finally attempting to sail all the way around the world. We were not ready then, but we are ready now!

May 4, 2009

We’ve hit some rocky waves, but it’s mostly good. The cook, Carl, threw up and filled the vomit bucket, so then he puked on a crew member, Andy. Man, he was furious...

Entry #26

Me ship furl along the crashin' waves. The lightnin' from the dark clouds gets much brighter 'n more threatenin'. They remind me o' Davy Jones’s skeletons constantly strikin' against me ship. I fear as though me voyage shall come t' an end in a way that be unimaginable.

Entry #27

I’ve stored all me prized gold doubloons into me booty chest, I shall bury it at me island where nobody sh...

0100 hours - No sign of life on the horizon. Just the steady hum of the universe echoing through the darkness. The ship stays its course navigating alone in a sea of empty space. Why did I choose this life of lonely adventuring?

0300 hours - The witching hour. That time of night when past the hull of my corrugated vessel comes the haunting sounds of invisible beasts. Their roars rattle me to the ...

August 1st XXXX

The sun struck again. Bearing down on the boat like a mother on her dirty child. The crewman didn’t last an hour under our everlasting star. The sea water festers on the sturdy wood, shifting from one side of the boat to the other as the waves rock us to and fro.

There is no wind today, the sails are quiet and the fish scarce. We’ve been drifting for days and the bread has been g...

March 17th, 1762

It’s getting harder and harder to tell where we are, and i’m afraid we might be lost. I don’t know how to tell the crewmen that we are slowly running out of food as the time passes. I have started thinking about death. I am trying to search for answers, digging in my brain for anything that might help. The only thing that I have is we sail in one direction and hope for the best. ...

February 3rd, 1985

Captions log - I often find myself reminiscing..

I remember the way he would slowly run his fingers up and down my back, hands rough. Probably from a cut he got at work, or from one of their three cats. Slowly, and with feather like touch, his fingers ran up and down, up and down.

“I love you.” He would whisper. His breathe warmed the back of my neck in just the right way…

...

Day 23

I didn't want to believe it. But there is definitely something in the ocean with us. I don't know what they are, and they're certainly not human. Mark saw them first, about a week ago and no one believed him. I called him delusional and sent him back to his quarters. But I saw them. Just now swimming alongside our vessel. Through the darkness, I couldn't quite make out what they look...

I think you’ll like this one. A child brought in this battered old logbook saying he’d found it on the beach near his home. Barely half of it is legible, but the lab techs claim everything on their end checks out, so the higher ups want you to take a look. I’d love some answers to one of the most famous mysteries in aviation as much as the next guy, but honestly, historians (you included!) have ag...