Ships Log; Sanctum…
Ships Log; Sanctum.
The Year of Our Lord 1671…Day 11.
We are 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.
Ships Log; Sanctum…Day 21.
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 from drowning;
Some from gangrene.
I fear we will see the madness of God’s fury
Before it is over.
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.
Ships Log; Sanctum…Day 38.
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
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 cloudy gaze
of lunacy is beginning to shroud
Its dementia into the eyes
Of some of the surviving crew.
Before dying he asked that all Gods
Creatures be forgiven.
If my strength allows it
I will try to give him a proper burial.
I’ll have more trouble forgiving them.
Ships Log; Sanctum…Day 46
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 we are not alive.
There is nothing left to eat now
And our minds are numb and harsh
…like jagged saw blades.
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 part of what is evil and unholy here.
Ships Log; Sanctum…Day 51
I drew the short straw last night.
They are coming for me.
~ Dark Poetry