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February 17th 1832
Today started like most other days. There was loud yelling, the occasional wave tilting the ship off its course, the complaints of the Cap'n to the people working at the wheel, the sound of painful lashings. Of course, I slept through all of this, and I learned all of that through the complaints of sailors whose shirts had red tinted backs. Fred, now under my hammock, had received a large crack in his side from an incident involving a rather spoiled pig. By the time I actually woke up, Fred had lost a lot of his water. As shown here:
I, then, sat to think about what is going on and see that FitzRoy¹s log book, and the words in it saying "I'm not going insane" in the corner, along with a book called Practical Voodoo: The Art Of sanity. Laughed at the little voodoo dolls, then wrote some words inside his logbook to help ensure his sanity. Afterward, I read on in his logbook the following entry:
Memo: February 17th is when we should cross the equator. The suit is in the storeroom under the wine barrel.
After being confused by the words in the logbook, I remembered that there is this whole ³Crossing ceremony² thingy. Of course I would never had known this if it wasn¹t for the piece of paper that appeared in front of my face saying that there was a ceremony today and I would miss it if I didn't get on deck this instant, before it imploded upon itself and a magical portal of strange plot-convenience appeared before me with a title written upon it which said something along the lines of: "Get in now, or you'll mess up time again." Of course, I had to since the universe wouldn't let me do otherwise. The portal proceeded to expand as the room got smaller, except for the area in front of the portal, for I apparently was walking right into it.
"Are we all here?" said a familiar voice, apparently coming from the other side of wherever I happen to be right now. I looked at my surroundings as the voice sounded off the names of fellow crewmates. I noticed that I was in one of the longboats, and this one had a rather large patch in the center with the words carved into it: ³Hilot was here² in big letters filling a hole in the boat that seemed vaguely familiar. I decided that it would be best to ignore the boat, and hopped outside into the breeze of the deck to join the ceremony whose details where flooding my mind from a unknown source.
I saw my fellow crewmates, including Mr.X in a outfit that brought out the color of his eyes in some strange twisted way. There was a group in the corner of the ship waiting for me and holding a rather large headdress.
After performing a skit involving me pretending to stab my fellow actors, the "King and Queen of Atlantis" gave me a certificate saying I was no longer a pollywog.
