Captain Swan returned to us, appearing well-fed and happy. When I demanded him that he show us to where he'd been, he only said "Avast! Yarr!" as he usually does, and went to play with the coconut trees, again. I didn't want to press his gentle nerves, although I am glad he donated me a few new feathers for my writing. I haven’t felt like writing.
Right now I feel pressed to write however. At dawn, I came to walk the beach, and I heard the ghosts of the two sailors. Their bodies were gone but I still hear their muttering in the water. After the morning rain was gone, I saw sails piercing the horizon.
The flotsam might lead this ship here.
I’m sitting looking at it now.
The ink is gone.
