Chapter 3

From the diary of Princess Lacey Bonnie Tipsy Gipsy IX:

            So far we’ve been sailing for what I believe has been ten days. There is no land in sight, and although Alim has been able to keep a cool head I am growing worried. What if we never see land again? What will we do when supplies run low? What if the fog comes back? I have not voiced my concerns to Alim yet because I trust his judgment as the ship’s captain, but I may not be able to contain myself for long. Ever since we were overtaken by the fog I’ve had a lingering sense of foreboding things to come. The crew seems tense and ever vigilant. I feel they may share my premonition.

            On a lighter note, Samuel seems to have recovered fully from his mutation from eggplant to yam. He even jokes about his condition from time to time. Perhaps it is the mechanism he uses to cope. However, I do not know him as well as Alim, and I do not wish to impose by asking about his true feelings.

            As my bodyguard Alim has been very attentive and protective, but he seems distant emotionally at times. It is hard to find privacy when you are stranded on a ship, but even late at night he does not permit me into his quarters. Perhaps the stress of leading his crew to land is affecting him, but I am beginning to feel like a nun. Maybe if I start flirting with some of the men on his crew I’ll be able make him jealous and rekindle what we had before we left on this journey. :)