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

Entry 1141: Monday 11th November 2019

Entry 1141
Monday 11th November 2019

We are STILL – STILL, stuck on this bl**dy b*stard, f*cking cargo ship, and as you can tell from the language I'm using, I'm more than fed up about it!

Mia's still in a mood with us. It's obvious from the tone in her voice and the look on her face but she has started talking to us all a bit more and spending a little more time with us.

Some good news is that Michael has caught some fish. I was sat with Naomi in the sleeping quarters when Michael opened the door, entered the area and stood in the doorway with a net over his shoulder and a smile on his face. "What's that?" I asked. Michael emptied the contents of the net on the floor and five fish fell on to the ground. "Fish!" exclaimed Naomi with a smile on her face," God! Of course! We're surrounded by water. They'll be plenty of fish out there. We're not going to starve." "I'm not the best fisherman," said Michael, "It took me two hours to get those five." "I think it's brilliant," said Naomi, "You've done a good job Michael. Five fish for five people." "Yeah," I said, "But I don't know about you two but I don't know how to gut a fish." "I guess we can learn," said Naomi. "Neither of you have ever gutted a fish before?" asked Michael, "How have you managed to survive this long without gutting a fish?" "Tinned food and home grown veg mostly," I said. "Come on," said Michael, "I'll show you how it's done." "You've not lived until you've gutted a fish." "No," I said, looking rather disgusted, "I don't think I could gut a fish." "What are you talking about?" asked Michael, "You go around shoving a knife in people's eye and stabbing them in the brain. If you can do that. You can do this."  "Yeah, but that's life or death," I said. "So is this," said Naomi, "We need to eat." I reluctantly joined Michael and Naomi ad Michael showed us how to gut a fish and get it ready to cook. It wasn't as complicated as I thought but it was pretty disgusting. Scooping out the guts and the entrails made me heave a few times but at least I know how to gut a fish now. It might come in handy in the future and even though it's pretty icky, I suppose I'll do whatever I have to do to survive. Michael even showed me how to remove the bones. That was a bit more complicated but I got the hang of it.

We cooked the fish and it actually tasted quite nice. The really weird thing is that even though we've eaten, Naomi, Michael and I are rather anxious about how long we've been at sea and about how long it might take to take us to get back to the isle of Wight, but Harold doesn't seem worried at all. He's either very confident that he can get us back there sooner rather than later, or he's up to something and not telling us. At this point I'm 50/50. It could be either. I guess we'll see but I certainly think we should still be keeping our eye on him...