Ship's Log: Sanctum

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Ships Log; Sanctum
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Ships Log; Sanctum
The Year of Our Lord 1671...Day 6.
We have started our voyage on a day of bad omen; 
Leaving port on a Friday.
Christ was crucified on a Friday
And Captain Aguiera has fallen on
Immediate disfavor with some crew members.
The skies are blackened 
And we are heading into high seas.
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Ships Log; Sanctum ...Day 8
We find ourselves in the black hand
Vortex of hurricane winds;
Is this our day of reckoning?
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Ships Log; Sanctum...Day 11.
We are shipwrecked and
Recovering from a brutal storm
And taking stock of food and provisions
...and a death count.
Most of the men
Have been contemplating the tea leaves.
I will write more when my broken hand heals.
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Ships Log; Sanctum...Day 17.
We do not know what island
On which the hurricane 
Has run us aground
And caste us this irreversible fate
...not that it would matter.
Out of 57 men only 24 remain alive.
Some died from drowning;
Some from gangrene.
I fear we will see the madness of God's fury
Before it is over.
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The island has some fresh water and fruit
But due to our circumstances 
...cannot sustain us indefinately.
At night the stars hang so low
You could prick them with your finger.
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Ships Log; Sanctum...Day 28.
A lot of the food is spoiled now.
Seven more died last week.
Only 15 of us have survived our ordeal thus far.
Captain Aguiera is also a casualty.
He tried preserving what was left 
Of the brine and sustainable food
...and medicines.
As captain that was his responsibility
...but he was stabbed and left bleeding.
Some of us tried to comfort him 
As best we could...but a demonic 
Spell has cast its providence 
On some of the surviving crew members.
Before dying he asked that all Gods
Creatures be forgiven.
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If my strength allows it
I will try to give him a proper burial.
I'll have more trouble
Forgiving them...for his murder.
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Ships Log; Sanctum...Day 37
The remaining crew is left at 8 now.
I have long given up on referring to
Those of us that are alive
As the lucky ones
...for one would question this as living.
There is nothing left to eat now
And our minds are numb and harsh
...like jagged saw blades.
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We have resorted to cannibalism
And in doing so
...drawing for straws.
Those of us in right mind that were baptized
Fear what God will say to us 
Upon arrival to his kingdom.
I hope he has room for me
...for I am now part 
Of what is evil and unholy here.
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Ships Log; Sanctum...Day 43
I drew the short straw last night. 
Last Entry.
They are coming for me.
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