Dear Diary (Princess Giselle),
   Gambling—thats all some of the crew do alot. Gamble here, gamble there. Fuegia finds it interesting, but I'd rather not watch; they ask us if we want to join, but I say no. It is rather bothersome to be on a ship with cards on the tables and beer on the floor! I always am refusing the beer! Ugh! The way some talk, too. They call each other "sea-faring dogs" or something like that. Quite horrible things to say.
   I hate it when we have to travel to the poop deck to have to go to the bathroom—it stinks! Agghhhhh!!!!!!!!! Oh, here we go again. Another stinkbomb has went off, two feet away from me. Ugh! I am moving seats to upstairs on deck.
   I went to Uncle's cabin and knocked on the door. He let me come in, and I told him about my troubles. The weird noises I have heard, and Mr. X. Even though I am older I still don't like him playing with that gun! Who knew he would have a gun that he plays with on a boat? More weird, I feel cold whenever I go into the room with the mess tables to write. I always sit in the same chair and it's always in the same place. I am worried that a spirit haunts that chair. Janis told a story about a girl like me fell dead for no reason in that exact same chair.