May 6th

  My dearest diary,

  I am so sorry for not writing for the past few days, I've not felt well. I fell into the water while climbing back on board and it appears that I've fallen ill, I've not slept for that time either. I've been haunted by that melody. A soft, almost whisper-like melody... Sang in the voice of my dear Ramona. It makes me think of her, oh how I crave to see her again... To be with her again... Her voice it beckons me, calls me to the water.

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  However, I hope that it is only a figment of my imagination, for the wind has been acting strange. I sense a storm coming.

  -Vitoria