Day 4:
No chef.  Sixteen crew members gone mysteriously.  I
ate the final crumb of my Texas Toast.  I keep hearing
this beautiful music.  It's so clear.  Like it's a
concert on our ship.  I'll check it out. 

Day 4 Upon Returning to Ship:
Seems that the singing is coming from the big rock.  I looked over to see seventeen of my men hanging on posts that were made of silken ivory.  Beside them were roughly
23 1/2 women.  All very scantily clad.  They're
singing nearly forced me to throw myself into the
water and swim to them, but seeing the fate of my men
made me think twice.  Those darn
Harpies killed my crew.  All that's left now is Dirk
my crew chief.  I understand why he isn't out there.
He's what the crew called a flaming something, I don't
remember.  Also still aboard is my observer Tantos.
Young Tantos has come along to watch me and write all
the things about the crew's moods, cliques, and other
assorted crew info.  He's my spy.  The final crewman
is Retados.  He's the late cross-eyed man's second
cousin's brother's son.  He's a spiteful booger, but
he respects authority.  We all shall have a rough
journey the rest of the way.  Goodnight Shannon,
Katherine, Michelle, and Mrs. Zeta-Jones-Douglas.  My
Maxim Babe Posters.

Day 5:
Well the four of us started out by catching fish this
morning.  I caught a swordfish the length of a
lifeboat.  Young Tantos caught a marvelously large
whale.  Retados managed a bluegill or two.  I'll have
to share with him.  Dirk caught the most fish of us
all, but for some odd reason he only kept the 13 wide
mouth bass that he caught.  Guess he don't like to
many fish.  Oh well, I found the carcass of that
vampmonkey.  Maybe we'll fry that baby up.  It makes
for one heck of a good meal selection.  We discovered
that there were only a few miles to go around the big
rock.  We decided to jump in the water and go for a
swim.  It was a little cold.  None of us cared.  We
swam for hours and went to the rock for a picnic.  It
was delightful.  Well back to ship we came to sleep.
Goodnight all.

Day 6:
We can see home.  Sadly, though, we lost another man
last night.  It seems poor Dirk died in his sleep.
Must've been a heart attack or maybe that poison we
put in his food.  We'll have him cremated and spread
over Elton John's grave.  It was how he wanted it.  I
spotted a Wal-Mart on the rock so I swam to it to pick
up all my supplies at a reasonable price.  One more
day should mean home.  I'm going to sleep now so I can
wake up in time to open my presents on Christmas
morning.

Day 7:
Snowing.  It's Christmas.  I hate the fact that Young
Tantos can't have his go-cart until we get back on the
mainland.  Oh well, it will be a good thing for him to
have later.  He's quite a fine young lad.  He wants to
captain a ship like mine one day.  Poor boy is
delusional I think.  We've struck land.  There was a
bunch of screaming when we hit port.  I think they
were happy to see us.