Luke's Diary: An Unlucky Man In A Zombie Apocalypse. Entries 957 - 1157

Enrtry 1139: Saturday 9th November 2019

Entry 1139
Saturday 9th November 2019

We are still stuck on this bl**dy cargo ship!

I'm sat on the edge of my bunk right now feeling proper p*ssed off. We've just had a right go at Endo!

All of us including Mia were sat below deck in the sleeping quarters. I was feeling annoyed, and from the look on Michael's and Naomi's face they were just as p*ssed off as me. A tense silence lingered for a while which Michael eventually broke. "Well," he said, slowly walking around the room, and looking at his watch, "It's 8 o'clock in the evening now, and it's dark outside. So much for getting to The Isle of Wight by this morning." "He's doing his best Michael," said Mia, "It can't be easy driving a big boat like this." "Let's face facts," said Naomi, "He's not taking us back to the island, is he?" "Of course, he is!" snapped Mia, "Why would you say that?" "Because the man's a born liar," said Naomi. "He wants to get me back to my daughter and he wants to see his granddaughter," said Mia, "He's just got a bit lost." "Mia," I said, "Before it all kicked off back in Whitby, he said that he wanted me to help him get you and your baby away from the island. He didn't want to bring you back to the island. He's only doing it so you can get your daughter back." "Good!" Mia exclaimed, "I want to get my daughter back! I know you all want to kill her but I want to love her!" "The point is, that he's not taking us back to the island is he," said Naomi. At that moment the door to the sleeping quarters opened and Harold stood there. Silence fell and we gave him a stern stare. "Well, that's certainly a warm welcome," Harold sarcastically said, "Are my ears burning?" "They think you're not taking us back to The Isle of Wight," said Mia. "Don't be ridiculous," laughed Harold, walking past and reaching for a flask of tea. "You said we'd be back by this morning," Naomi snapped. "No," said Harold, "I said we MIGHT be back by this morning. It's just taking a bit longer than expected." "A BIT!?" Naomi angrily exclaimed, "It's eight in the f*cking evening, that's more than a bit." "Harold, just tell us where we are," I said. "We're at sea," said Harold. "Right, don't f*ck about Endo," snapped Naomi, "What's going on here? You're not taking us back to the island, are you?" "Of course, I am," laughed Harold, "I want my Mia to see her daughter." "That's what I said," said Mia. "Then why aren't we there?" snapped Naomi. "It's just taking a bit longer than usual," said Harold, "I said I knew how to steer a ship like this. I didn't say I was an expert." "So, you're still taking us back to The Isle of Wight?" I asked. "Of course, I am," said Endo, "We've got a plan to get my little granddaughter, back haven't we?" "So where are we now?" asked Naomi. "Don't worry about it," said Harold, "Everything's in hand. We could be back in no time at all." "No time at all?" I asked. "Hmmm," said Harold. "Can we have a more specific ETA?" asked Naomi. "We could be back in maybe an hour or so," said Harold, "Or maybe a day or so." "Another day!?" exclaimed Naomi. "Whoa hang on Professor whack job," said Michael, "There's a big discrepancy between an hour and a day." "What the f*ck is going on?" snapped Naomi, "Where are we?" "We're in The North Sea," said Harold. "The North Sea?" I said. "Hang on," said Michael, "Are you telling me that you've been steering this ship north when you should have been steering it south?" "Yes, said Harold, lowering his head and looking embarrassed. "WHAT!?" Naomi shouted, "So we're totally off course! For f*cks sake!" "Leave him alone," snapped Mia, "He's doing his best. None of you lot know how to drive a ship like this. It's going to be hard. If anyone should be upset it's me. I'm the one that's keen to get my daughter back." "Mia, you're not the only one that has a child on the island you want to get back to," snapped Naomi, "I want to get back to Sophie. Luke wants to get back to Leo, and your dad is supposed to be helping." "He's trying to help," snapped Mia, "He's doing his best, just stop having a go at him." "Look," said Harold, "We'll be back in a day or so. Maybe two days. Possibly three. Four at most." "FOUR!?" I exclaimed, "Why not round it up to a week? How about a fortnight? F*cking Hell Harold!" "We don't have enough food," Naomi bluntly said. "You said yourself that we can ration the food and water," said Harald, "So we can start doing that now. Maybe we should look around the ship and see if there's any food. I know we had a look around when we got here but we didn't go deep did we?" "We're really not happy about this," said Naomi. "Oh, no," said a sarcastic Harold, "I'm really dreading your passenger satisfaction questionnaires now." "We just want you to get us back home like you said you would," snapped Naomi, "We won't put up with any of your sh*t." "Listen," said Harold, "You can stand there slagging me off, having a go at me and complaining about everything, but what exactly are you going to do? Get the bus? Jump over board. We're all in the same boat. Literally. Yes, OK, I took us the wrong way, but I'm doing my best to fix it. Now stop moaning." Harold picked up a flask of tea and stormed off back upstairs. Mia gave us all an angry stare before following Endo.

Michael, Naomi and I spent an hour or so searching the ship and looking for more food and water. We found the odd bottle of water and the odd can of tinned food but we didn't find much. We've looked at all of the food and we've and come up with a plan that will help us ration the food out. I think we'll be a bit hungry but we won't starve... That's if Endo gets us back to the island sooner rather than later.