Dear Diary,
    Today Agent X, I think, knocked down a barrel of rats I was sitting behind. He give me such a shock that I couldn't help but scream. I'm now camping out behind some boxes. I hope that nobody knocks these down right on top of me.
   It's not easy being a stowaway. I'm thinking of adding more verses to the song I made up. Oh, if somebody finds this you can make up more, too. I hope no one does though.
   Sometimes, I sneak up on deck to smell the fresh, but salty, air and write. Right now, I think I'll start trying to read. I hope I don't get seasick.