1700 NAUTICAL MILES FROM THE SUMATRA STRAITS
13th of July, 4:50 pm.
I’m sorry...
I know that means little at this point,
but I am.
I tried,
I think you would all agree that I tried.
To be true,
to be strong,
to be kind, to love,
to be right.
But I wasn’t.
And I know you knew this. In each of your ways.
And I am sorry.
All is lost here...
except for soul and body... that is, what’s left of them.
And a halfday’s ration.
It’s inexcusable really, I know that now.
How it could have taken this long to admit that I’m not sure...
but it did.
I fought ‘til the end,
I’m not sure what that is worth,
but know that I did.
I have always hoped for more for you all...
I will miss you.
I’m sorry.
8 DAYS EARLIER
CELESTIAL NAVIGATION FOR YACHTSMEN
This is the Virginia Jean with an S.O.S. call, over?
This...
Fuck!
Come on. Come on.
Hey!
Help!
I'm here! Help! Here! There!
Help! Help!
Help!
Help! Help!
You! Here! There!