Diary Entry
Ha! Look at those pathetic little weasels, they are worthless falling sick on such a far journey. Its quite sad, it really is. But alas I laugh at their suffering, its such a waste. They all deserve to be thrown overboard, they are all unwanted. All their whining, and sickness, its rather annoying and desperate. They should shut their mouths, and endure it quietly, or be thrown over board alive. Ha, thrown to the sharks, let the sharks have their feast on those who are weak. It is what they deserve, for they deserve nothing, except to be a meal for the fish!

It has been days on this ship, and I feel as though I may soon die. It isn’t as if I am growing seasick, it is as if a disease has filled my insides and is slowly killing me. But I shan’t die, I am far to young to die. I may be weakening but I am sure it will pass. For alas I am better then anyone else on this ship.

Oh, I feel my days growing short, my life coming to an end. Is this what it’s like? To die, I was so strong, I was better than everyone. And now alas I am no one, nothing but a body to be fed to the sharks.




What was an American

This man, in which I wrote the diary entry on is much like many people proceed Americans to be. While we are on top, we look down. However once we reached the bottom we realize the view from the top wasn't nessary bad.