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 shall find it. I shall also keep this wee booklet into the chest where nobody shall witness me documents about me personal life.

Entry #28

Me galleon has been struck by the blasted lightnin'! This shall be me final entry into this diary. I shall attempt t' sail back t' me island t' store this into me chest.