December 27th 1831 11:54 pm

    I awoke with a sick feeling, and noticed the pile of vomit next to me. I decided it would be best to move to the other side of the longboat, and even better if I could find a better place to stay. The smell of salt water stung my nose, but I could see clearly throughout the boat, mostly due to the hole the fumes from my vomit made. I noted to myself that I should not have eaten those pages from the book in the time vortex, and drank some of Fred to help wash out the taste of the vomit. Looking at the map in new light. (Disgustingly funny, eh?) I figured I should make my way into the spirit room, and then go through the hole in the wall that the map said was there, leading to a storeroom with barrels. I also figured food would be nice to have as well, so I added to my path a trip past the kitchen.
   I looked outside the hole in the cloth covering the long boat (Isnšt it nice how vomit helps in weird ways?) noting to myself that most of the crew would be having lunch, or more likely be hung over after goodbye fests at the bars on shore. I carefully made my way out by some barrels at the vomit-free side of the boat, and snuck over the Poop deck (Hee-hee-hee!) and snuck into the Jolly boat. Then carefully concealing Fred upon whose container I had drawn a face to keep me company. (After seeing the movie "Castaway" I decided that being without company isn't a very nice thing.) Inside the room I noted that I had been right, half the men were passed out and the rest were deeply hung over. (Lazy crew?) I easily got around them, stealing the food left on their table and got into the captainšs storeroom below me.
   There, I was in for a surprise and saw some nice amounts of food, but more importantly: rats. The room was a mess, though several dead rats lying around suggested that the ship had at least one cat. We made our way around (me and Fred) till we found what we where looking for: the trap door that almost all ships have in case of fires and such. I fearfully noted it was under a barrel, though my first thought was: How did this ship pass fire inspection? The rats--whose idea of being great company was to try to eat my feet off--were being annoying, but I was afraid to stomp or try to move the barrel for fear that the noise would disturb the nearby captain.
   Being stuck, I sat there for a few minutes, silently swatting at rats, until I got another disgusting idea. Carefully, I picked up one of the dead rats (Eww!), the forced open its jaw (Gross!), and then I took it over to the barrel and used the ratšs upper jaw to pry off the cork (Bleh!). I then sat on top of another barrel-well washing my hands off with Fred, as the barrel emptied its contents onto to floor. Carefully we (Fred and I) lifted the now light barrel off the floor, preventing it from making the noises it would have made if we pushed it while it was full, and set it on top of a pile of dead rats. The only real noises where that of a few small bones breaking, though I doubted whether anyone would hear us here. I opened the trapdoor and got some of the spare sail cloth fragments from the side of the storeroom and a medium-sized jar. I transferred Fred into the jar, and drew on it a face with my pen. Then I realized that pens didnšt exist at that time, and noted to myself that someone else must be here, from my time (Da da dun!)