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Geez, I really hope I'm doing this right.

I don't feel like I belong here. The crew gives me odd looks whenever they see me walk by. When I wave at them, they don't wave back. When I strike up a conversation, they remain pretty curt and kinda rude. What the hell's their problem? It's not like they remember me either, what the hell do they have against me?

The captain isn't much better. I can tell he pities me because of my amnesia, but that's as far as he'll go. I must annoy him or something. Our conversations never last very long, and he always leaves once I start talking a lot.

Yeah, really don't feel like I belong here.

I feel like I want to go home. But I have no idea where that is.

God I wish I could remember something, anything.

I'm not quite certain whether or not the sailors are exactly thrilled to have me on board - I guess they have this thing about stowaways? - but it's not like I chose to be on here! I just... found myself here! At least the captain was a little more sympathetic when I told him my woes, how my memory has failed me, etc, etc.

So for now I'm content in this cargo bay, free to do whatever I wish and


Yeah, okay, that was really goddamn gross.

See, this big spider decided to merrily crawl on my journal without a care in the world. I dare say it wanted to spin a web here, too. But not if I have anything to say about it! Is it dead? I hope it's dead. I mean, its guts are splattered all over the corner of this page -- you don't get much more dead than that.

Right then.

Now, who wants to explain to me why I have this journal in the first place? Or more importantly, why I'm even here.