Caribbean Princess: Day 4Since the Bermudians callously cast us away from their shores yesterday, we've been sailing without purpose, without hope. No land is in sight, although earlier I thought I saw a piece of driftwood bobbing in the water, signaling that land was near, but it turned out to only be a Kraken. How I long for the company of some Somali pirates, or for some better material to keep beating this dead horse.
The end is nigh. Don't cry for me humzootina.
Addendum to my will: I leave my car to LimeyGeorge.