A perilous sea and a death of thee

Prologue
If you're reading this, my journal must be in your hands, and I have died. The coffee brown covers must lay in your hands, and you've managed to bring yourself to the fact that you're a nosy person. Your persistence to understand how I die must tell you something about mankind. I promise this is nothing but the truth so help me God. Miraculously, it must've washed up onto the sabulous beach floor, revealing itself from the tides in which it drownded in. Salt has licked each page, your answers soon to come.

The first chapter, The Captain (Spoken by Ray)

Every other word out of this man was a curse word. His extra pounds jiggled when he laughed, and his long-aged beard and mustache moved correspondingly. A rather ominous look this man had to him, almost like Santa with tattoos, but when he talked it was words of business, and his vibe was not affable. A beast behind the wheel, and a man at heart. "Ray draw the sail now!' (Ray was just a nickname, given to me due to my "glowing smile," and bright personality, which would soon diminish.)

Chapter 2, The Eye of the Storm (Spoken by The Captain, then 2 paragraph by Ray )

My calloused hands briskly tried to grip the wheel of this planked monster, which apparently is called a boat. Did Ray want to die? Honestly, I couldn't tell.

Boom! Lightning strikes the cloth. A red flame lights up the parchment quilt a unique light in the darkness. Our boat with a captain, but our lack of sail, was the equivalent to no captain. I blamed the captain if I'm being honest but secretly I know why I was too blame. That's when I knew we were caught in the eye of the storm, and. it. was. my. fault. He was so truculent to fight against the sea, but if I'm being he wasn't even trying to control the sail.