Captain's log, the caribbean sea, August 15th 1912

My god, I'm full! They made me this wonderful stew with coconut milk in itand chicken. At least I hope it was chicken. My god, let it be chicken! I'veretired to my ship for some rest before the dancing begins. The ladies lookat me like the lions look at the lamb. And, to be honest, i don't mind thatone bit. My god, it feels good to be alive!

Captains log, the Atlatic ocean, March 18th 1916

The sea is wild today. It's the spring storms that are raging her. Will tryto head for the south pole after next harbour. I have to get some tobacco,and proper food. Can't stand the dry fish I've been living on for the pastthree weeks since I last was standing on solid ground.

Captains Log, Place: A Remote Island, Date: whatever

Last night I had a rude awakening caused by a small reef popping out of the sea.It also caused a severe scratch on my beloved Catfish Maggie (my ship), fortunately the reef was a beginning of a smaller island where I now am stranded.It's a small island with a couple of coconut palmtrees and bushes. There is also some jungle-like vegetation which I will explore soon enough. My biggest problem at the moment is the scratch om my ship since it makes it impossible to continue. I must figure out at way to repair good ol' Maggie! Then there's the next problem with the right coordinates, since the sky still is clouded I can't ask the stars for help...

Captains Log, ?, date ?

I've been drifting for days now, totally lost all sense of direction and purpose. I can't see the stars since the sky's been clouded for what seems like an eternity.In my dreams I've met the strangest beings, all telling me to go in different directions.Almost feels like I'm losing my sanity and something must fill the void, insanity?

Captains log, the mediterrainian sea, January 20th 1916

God, today I'm tired! Been up all night, drinking with the greeks. The greeks are damn crazy people. But still decent. I wonder how long I can stay here? Usually I get bored very easily. I guess that's why I ended up at sea in the first place. Boredom. The worst enemy a man can have.

Captain's Log, Lost Cove, August 31st 1898

My ship is ready for new adventures. Strong winds are coming from the east so i'll get a good head start. Yesterday I received a letter from my american friend who is also on a journey somewhere in the world. He seems to be heading for the Orient to get a taste of some real tobacco which is something I've been longing for. When I first arrived at the Lost Cove I'd been out of tobacco for a couple of days which was hell. The first night the lovely ladies got me some which had come with some foulsmelling ship from the east but it tasted like pure horseshit which I suspect it also was. I've been scouting for some kind of map for trade routes to use in my travels but didn't get more than a ripped part of a large and detailed map. I was told that it was lost at sea some time ago together with some gold and incense, all locked away in a chest. I've gotten coordinates for the location of the shipwreck so I might just as well check it out. So, all you strange people and creatures in the Orient, here I come, the mighty Captain of the seven seas!

Captain's Log, Lost Cove, August 16th 1898

It feels like the last days of summer, the winds are coming in from the east and slowly crawls up my spine. I've been at the Lost Cove for almost a month, feels like I've had my fair share of booze and women so I guess it's time to move again. I'm starting to forget why I did this journey in the first place, I guess I was looking for some kind of purpose. So where am I today? And who am I? I can't say that things have straightened out and gotten clearer or more meaningful. What am I in all this? The emptiness I felt is still quite empty and my direction is still clouded. What I do know is that the past has already been, the future is not yet here so the present is all there is.