Post number one.

Captain's blog,

Day 59 over, no ship in sight. Used the last of Gowdy for fishing, but nothing bit. Ate bait myself, cut tongue on hook. Enjoyed the warmth and saltiness of my own blood. Not as much as Gowdy's....

I anticipate a fitful night of half-sleep, perhaps the mildew high will help.

I may be dead by tomorrow night. I shall curse Mr. Littlejohn's perfidy for all eternity.