Okay, here's one.
I was off to a good start with these passages, but after a while I put more of my time into napping.
Today I saw a wolf, perished and frozen.
I have not brought enough pornography on board and this has grown rapidly apparent.
I hear jocular discussion of shared external harddrives that are laden with smut, and though I believe these perversions might be shared should confidence among the crew be gained, I suspect that our tastes may differ.
I have deduced with equal quickness that I must populate my room with a plant, a fish, or both. Indeed, I would be happy to share my cabin with a cat, but it is my understanding that they despise water. Perhaps I do as well. This, for the time being, stands undetermined, as we remain moored here in the berg of Lewisporte. As such, creature comforts are readily available following a short walk, and plants may very well be available from a few named, local horticulturalists. The fish, I am told, may be less easily procured.
I am familiarizing myself with the crew, who seem a fine bunch. As of yet, none of them are aware of my lavish clothing, and I can only hope that I am not readily dismissed as a 'fag' upon their revelation.
Alcohol is not allowed on board, yet is is readily available.
I peer out at the ice floes choking the harbour, and to the expansive sea beyond, and I ponder when it is we shall meet.
In closing, I remain enthusiastic and hope to maintain such spirits while this as-yet stationary journey unfolds.
I truly did see a wolf today.
