I. O’ Una, my mind on thee keeps the Cerberus of my memory asleep at the gate. Golden as the Martian sands, yer een pierced a cosmic vacuum through the gales of my middle. No leviathan could hinder my efforts to spread thee across the linen pool once again. Nothing do they know of my secret below. Walls of liquid euphoria do rock my very abode. I shall ride the sea of death and defeat my palest nemesis. Pains from my ivory limb, engorge mine appetite to spill the oil. Gabriel warned me and I phlegmed with laughter. No deity; but a grail to aloft upon my mantle, to peer at thy will and know: Death’s touch and I will be evaded. Patience grows weak and my kill will be leathered among man forever more. Be still my gracious Venus and hold thy moon close to thy breast, for my return shall be rapture.

II. Dearest diary. These choppy seas so treacherous, I fear where we go next as much as I ever had in times of war. So beautiful is the sunset and the freedom of open sea, encased my heart with joy has the scenery of this journey. My long is to love and learn. This chase, I fear, will be the end of us all. Mr. Queequeg lives with us through miracle and almighty grace, yet still his coffin lies amongst the craft of this ship. What a peculiar sight. I see the way Starbo has been looking at the captain. An ominous shadow is cast and I wish only to see more twilight hours.

III. Fruitless are my pleas and gone is my will to pursue this any further, for we are doomed. I could kill him. Could not I? T’would be folly indeed. No man could get near or past Pip, even! I just want to go home. Another poor man plunged from the mast yet still does he not see it! We must go back or our lives are forfeit. Revenge is no task for man against the giants. I shall place this piece in a glass bottle. Will it grace the sands of land or be lost to the grains of time? My family must know of me and my outcome. We are sailing on to the end of the Earth and there we shall fall from it. Dear family, please remember me, my love to you, ‘Buck.