'Tis the thirtieth day of the eleventh month of the eleventh year. Still no sign of land. Its been countless weeks on this blasted boat on this dreaded water and it seems as if the ocean is somehow playing tricks on my mind. I swear I'm hearing voices of a crew working aboard but I'm positive I came on this journey alone. The voices continue to yell my name over and over but I cannot acknowledge them.. That would mean I would be speaking to someone who in reality is nonexistent.. and that would make me crazy.... But these voices they continue to banter me and holler my name.. or is it just the constant whirr of the engine running.. who knows.. but word from the crew just came back and it appears as if we have taken on water..