day 275 at sea and the waves are no less forgiving than they were when i first began this god forsaken journey. the men grow uneasy. the number of fights grows steadily. already more than half our numbers have perished. there is talk of a mutiny brewing but i slowly find myself unable to care. let them come. let them think they can handle the captains wheel. i have been behind it for far too long. the waves are not well friend. they are not well at all.