Kogu 31, SP~4,909
Woke up this morning and the fog was so thick I couldn’t see ten feet in front of me. Sounds were strange, too. I’d hear a voice right next to my shoulder and I’d turn and no one there.
I never wanted to travel by ship in the first place, so this was too much. I went back to my cabin. Ate wafers all day, and kept waiting for it to clear.
Here we are at the end of the day with no end in sight, or anything else in sight for that matter.