This is my story so far:
The last ten days of sailing have been rather uneventful, neither god nor bad, but something special has happened today. A sailor from Tulnerin spotted aquatic life of an unusual kind in the water. Fish the size of a tuna, all silver except for a thin blue stripe on their backs. We spent some time gazing in awe at these wonders, until the crew had a mind to replenish our food supply, and brought out two of our nets. We lowered them directly in the path of the fish. The fish seemed to realise they were being captured, and stupidly charged straight into the nets. They then swerved starboard, and in a few hours they pulled us the amount of space that would have taken us three days to sail. This was all off of our course, and all estimation; which our master cartographer made sure everybody knew. After we traveled this far our nets then broke, and the wind seemed to stop.
To tell the truth, we are utterly lost and stuck in doldrums. Nothing noteworthy happened except the master cartographer got really angry and Tommy finally didn’t throw up.
After these several days, we have finally left the doldrums. Unfortunately, this was because the sailor from Tulnerin forgot to set anchor overnight, and we were blown off course (as if we had a course). How we found out we were blown was from the master cartographer was trying frantically to find where in “this watery hellhole” we were. He spotted the island through his spyglass out to port, seventy knots. We immediately began rowing and sailing, trying to get to the island in any way we could.
So far we have reached about halfway there. We should reach the island tomorrow. The Tulnerime swore he saw some silver fish pushing us along.
At the Island of Winnebago
We finally reached shore this morning. When we arrived on land, a large noise like church bells, seemingly coming from a large tree in the distance. Almost immediately a large crowd surrounded us. I say large as in number, not height, for each was about the size of an eight year old. Their clothes was too large for them and had been hemmed many times, and seemed to come from all different cultures, almost every culture we knew of ever to sail, and some we didn’t. They all rushed out to meet us from the forest. You could tell instantly, from their manner to their faces that they meant no harm. They kindly provided us with refuge on the island for tonight, and invited us to lunch tomorrow.
Breakfast was a comfortable scrambled eggs, nothing fancy. We socialized with some islanders and found very few of them were natives. We also were told that