Well here we are, intrepid boatmen, at the the great in-between. The austerity endured thus far by each and every one of us in this valiant excursion is worth nothing short of the noblest praise. However I can no longer prevent myself from articulating the notion that troubles my very core, which doubtless you are already conscious of. It is, ironically, my own dauntless and absurd disposition that has allowed for this extraordinary task to be undertaken and I am forever in debt to all of you for your unremitting trust and assistance in my efforts. But friends, I fear our journey has come to its final hour. The unmerciful elements of the North Sea have claimed a great toll on many of our crew, while the rest of us are still at a great risk of experiencing the effects of untreatable ailment, of which, as i am well acquainted, are accompanied by derangement. As my latest forecast proves to unfold, it is my duty as your captain and fellow brother, to abort in my selfish explorative pursuits and prepare for the following deluge that finds such amusement in our toils. Tired and dispirited I no longer intend to grapple with the tempest. It may swallow us at its own will, resolving to put us out of our despair. Do not try to convince me of your courage, for I am fully aware of it, and it provides me some solace in this hour of darkness, but let me state with all honesty that it has been a privilege to work along side men of such fortitude. Should we survive, this malediction will prove to be another of life's lessons instructing us to reassess our hasty impulses that lead us astray, which so often are at the helm. However there is an ever-present display of defeat as evidenced by your countenances. Let us now find our final uncharted resting place in the shadows of the sea.
Thus, a wheel has been turned.
Captain Dunker Springfield of the HMS Hogwell, moments before capsized
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