Oh, how I hate these first entries into a new and empty log. And of course I have to hunt myself some fresh ink directly after sitting down to start writing. This one is merely legible. Where is that stupid squid, when you need him? Have to search him again, I guess. Hope he’s not trying to climb the mast as he did last week. I am not a young lad anymore, ach. See you later, dear log. If I survive. Right.
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