Category Archives: Ship's Log

Day 159. Last night saw the worst storm yet, terrifying in its intensity. Waves tens of metres high crashed over the deck.  Three good men lost. Lost to that demon the broiling surging sea. I fear that the elements are … Continue reading →

Night in Juniper Bay (Ode to Crimshaw) Crimshaw, my only true friend, is dead. Taken, sometime during the night by that demon Death. But, oh, how I envy him, delivered unto the place that is free of pain, of guilt, of … Continue reading →

Earlier this evening, as I sat alone in my cabin, bent over my diary like an old sea-hound, there came a knock at the door. What followed was hideous and immeasurably disconcerting. I will do my best to transcribe these … Continue reading →