So Patrick's rescued me, tangled in rope with a broken wing on the deck of his ship. He nursed me back to health, becoming best friends as time passed. We spent 186 days on the deep sea, searching for adventure and having fun together. He would write every day he could and try to guess what I was thinking. Then one day comes where Patrick looks through his binoculars and sees a massive ship sinking. He throws a rope out to the safety boats fleeing the shipwreck. He rescues them, once again being the sweet guy that he is. But now that he has people friends, his little seagull friend, me, can be free, because my wing has healed. I felt that it was probably the right thing to do, and I accepted it. Things just happen like that. But now Patrick and I are best friends again. He found me and recognized me. Actually, it's more like Patrick, Pete, and I are all best friends. Just don't tell Pete that I took his iPad to write this. Anyways, these are our adventures, I hope you enjoy.