Dear diary,

  We've been drifting in the fog for a long time. Theodore is still a mer-dog, sometimes he tries to talk to me but all I can hear is hissing. He doesn't even go woof anymore. It's sad, I wan't my doggy back.

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  I'm still getting sea sick and Gina is too. The winds have stopped and the waters are calm so it's bearable for now. Goodman's got his head buried in magical tomes searching for Theodore's cure. So far he hasn't got much luck.

  Bitsy is making sure we all live. Sometimes, when I'm not puking my guts out, she teaches me how to steer the boat.

  Love,

  Tina