The crew is planning a riot. They gather in groups, silent when I walk near. Will sleep with pistols in arm's reach.
The cook told me about the things in the fog. Never heard such nonsense - nightmares and superstitions mixed in with gibberish. Who are they trying to fool?
Locked myself in my cabin. I promised to shoot every bastard who tries to enter, but they have just gathered on the bow and started to chant something. Have they all gone mad?
Can't stay focused any longer. They've been singing for hours and hours without end. It only gets louder. And I... I'm starting to understand...
Blood! Blood everywhere! They drown me in blood!
