Captains log

Catains log, 1st entry: its nice and clear, nothing could go wrong.

Eating pastries, chugging beer, the crew mates playing ping pong.

When all of sudden I see clouds up ahead, STORM A BREWING. I shouted.

Avast ye laddies, we can't turn around. We have keep going through the cloud.

But the crew they a shouted.

Your a mad man, we can't keep going.

The boat she may still be floating.

The storm she is going flight. We can't carry on like this bad plight.

Captains log, 2nd entry: day two of this here exibition. 

My crew went mad with the climate. 

We can't turn back just yet me laddies, we just as well time it.

We have presious cargo, she is abound.

But my crew wend mad all around.

Captains log 3rd entry: there was no food left, so the crew they was hungry.

What about the parrot, he sure looks  tasty.

We could have fried parrot stew, or cook him through brew.

The crew they have gone nasty.

As we sale the sevon seas, the man over head yelled land ho.

The crew yelled hurray, oh here we go.

We have made it to land, to eat drink be marry.

My first mate was glad, man is he harry.

We re-stalked on food and drink for all.

No we have not quite yet made a fall.

My captains log now complete. 

We have made it through deadly heat.

R.M.

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