Lost In The Waves

Part I

                          ~*~

In the embrace of ocean's deep.

A book of tales begins to sleep.

Pages turn in gentle tides, Where ancient lore and mystery hides.

Lost from sight, but not in soul, Its stories echo, waves extol.

Whispered by the sea's soft roar, A lost book finds its forevermore.

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1705, 6th of January

Dear diary,

How do you even start writing a diary?Hmm, maybe it would be best if I started from the bottom:

I never got to know my mother. As long as I can remember my father has always taken care of me ,teaching me everything I need to know. I always admired him; a feared pirate full of wisdom. When I was little he used to tell me stories about mermaids in the depths of the sea and golden treasure chests containing unimaginable value. These stories always fascinated me and placed a never ending longing for the vastness of the sea in my heart. And yet I always wondered if there is more, more than just our ship, more than just the sea. Where are those „sailors" coming from?

As a pirate, the only thing you fear are monsters below the sea with giant tentacles and hundreds of eyes.But the only monsters I ever feared where the ones above the water.

They look just like us with flawless clothing and weapons I've never seen. They hunt us, they capture us and... they took my father from me. In his final moments he used his last strength to give me this book and told me to write a diary. „One day" he said „we will be forgotten, our memories buried by the sand and our stories lost in the waves. Don't let the world forget us". Almost Ten years have passed since then and today I found the diary again, which I simply must have forgotten. It is wierd but somehow I can't remember anything that happened before those incident.

1705, 18th of January

Dear diary,

I haven't written anything in the past two days since they have been very uneventful.But today something concerning happened.

The new captain of your crew, my fathers oldest and most trusted friend, spotted something in the distance. When I asked him about it he ensured me that there is no reason to be concerned but I can feel the tension on the ship. I hope I can find out more about it tomorrow but for now it's getting late.

1705, 19th of January

Dear diary,

this might be my last entry. After I woke up in the morning the captain approached me with a concerned, almost resigned look. „I lied to you yesterday about what I saw. I was not certain yesterday but now I can see it clearly. It's a ship." he said. For a moment I didn't know what to say. The only thing I felt in that moment was the fear taking over my body. „Are. are there sailors on the ship?" I asked trying to hide my shaky voice. „No, it seems like a pirate ship." „Other pirates? I thought there was only us and the sailors" „No, there are so much more."'

„Are they a threat?" „We don't know yet, I'm sorry." I am sitting under deck now, trying to write with my shaking hands while thousands of questions are going through my head.How long will it take until their ship reaches us? What do they want? Are we in danger?

Why has my father never told be about the existence of other pirates except for us? I might not be able to write another entry tomorrow. If not then I hope that one day this book will be found and read by someone.

1705, 20th of January

Dear diary,

We are alive! I am alive! Right now I'm feeling nauseous, overwhelmed and full of joy at the same time. Alright I should really start from the beginning: after I finished my last entry the pirate ship soon reached us.

Our captain quickly asked them about their intentions while preparing for a fight. But before it could come this far the other captain, who turned out to be my long lost friend, ensured his friendly intentions and entered our ship. After that he told us lots of stories about the adventures he and my father experienced when they were still young. After finding out about me being his friends daughter he gave a precious gift: an old compass which belonged to my father.

This really was an exciting day but now I'm getting tired again.

1705, 4th of March

Dear diary,

over a month has passed since I last wrote in my diary. I apologize but everything has been so busy recently since we are preparing for warmer months on the ship. The grief about my fathers passing still isn't gone and I wonder if it ever will... But I am feeling better now like a bit light has come back into an enteral darkness. I write this while sitting of the edge of the ship. My father never liked me sitting there since it could be dangerous but it's my favorite place. A place where I feel the closest to the sea while listening so the soft sound of the wave and feeling splashes of cold water on my skin. Soon I will go back under deck since the sky has turned dark and I heard a faint sound of thunder in the distance.

1705, 6th of march

Dear diary,

after finishing my last entry I thought there was just gonna be a quick storm which would soon end but I was wrong. It turned out to be a giant thunderstorm and soon the waves begun pounding against the wood of our ship. Our crew quickly began to prepare everything for the storm while I stayed under deck, making sure nothing breaks.

This surely was one of the most extreme storms we ever had and we have lots of work to do during the next days since the ship got badly damaged. I will end this entry now to help the others.

1705, 7th of march

Dear diary,

Its broken. The only memory apart from this book I had left from my beloved father. I didn't notice it at first but after I went to bed last night I noticed the old compass missing on my shelf. Only then did I see it lying on the floor, shattered. The storm destroyed it. I don't know what to do, I should have been more careful, I should have taken greater care of it. I am writing this while holding back tears. I think I will go to sleep now and look at the damage tomorrow.

1705, 8th of march

Dear diary,

I can not believe what I just found. The whole night I couldn't sleep since my head was filled with thoughts about the compass.

So the first thing I did in the morning was examine it. I soon noticed that not only the glass of the compass was broken but also a piece of rusty metal from it was missing.

When I looked at it I noticed the back of the compass was hollow from the inside. I thought that maybe the metal piece fell into it so I shook the compass upside down, hoping it would fall out again. But instead an old piece of paper fell out. I curiously unfolded it and fount: a map! The paint seemed a bit washed out but it was still clearly visible: it leads to a treasure. I still can't believe my findings so after I calmed down I think I will show it to our captain.

1705, 9th of march

Dear diary,

The captain was just as astonished as I was!

We quickly showed everyone the map and then decided to follow it. I can't remember the last time I felt so.... alive. It's like l've found a purpose in life again. I am writing this while sitting in my favorite spot again. The waves and the weather are just optimal and it feels like the dark, suffocating cloud which has been here ever since the passing of my father has finally been lifted.

1705, 20th of june

Dear diary,

you've accompanted me through my whole journey, comtorted me and made me teel.... heard. I don't know if this is the last time I will be writing in here since a storm has come up and our resources are slowly fading...

The last few months might have been the best of my life. I don't know how long we will survive but I feel like the energy to continue writing has left me. Additionally, everything felt quite surreal and blurry during the last days. But that's probably just my imagination. Thank you for bringing a spark of light into a seemingly endless darkness.

Goodbye

                                          ~~~