Dear Diary,
    I've sneaked up on deck and hid under the jolly-boat to write this. I had a terrible night. The rolling and tossing of the ship I couldn't keep my dinner down. I think Mr.X is going to try to catch Aliaranel again. I don't think he's going to do it. Why doesn't he just ask her? Is he shy?! The hard-tack is terrible how can people live this way? The ship is rocking harder—is a storm coming? I don't know. I think the captain is talking nearby. I think he's telling Agent X to stop trying to kill the cat. Oh dear, the captain has told the crew a big storm is brewing. I think I better go below deck.

Mary Grace Brown