captain's log october 20th. only our second day back at sea after our last port stop and already morale is critically low. had to distribute last chocolate ration in last-ditch attempt to restore crew's spirits after many of them expressed an urge to "rest a while in the cold dark embrace of the sea". i myself felt for a moment a wish to be a frog, that i might curl up beneath the ice and sleep 'till spring... but no matter. i must not let the crew become aware of this lest their own spirits plunge even deeper. god willing some stroke of good fortune befalls us soon, or i do not know how we will fare... Fuck England and God bless every transgender person on earth amen. End captain's log










