December 12,1965
Dear diary,the wind was howling so hard that even I could hear it from the deep,dank bottom of the boat.Suddenly, the boat started to rock, and before I knew it one of my imprisoners ran towards me.He took off all my chains and threw me onto a small spare boat and began to paddle away from the ship,as I watched in horror as the massive boat sank into the ocean like a small children's toy.
