The days are getting longer and harder. Captain says we travel 70-80 miles a day, but it feels like 90-100 miles a day. It feels like captain is lying to our faces. It doesn't feel like we can trust captain.
The days go by and it feels like we are going in circles. We check our navigation, and it is okay. The supplies are doing okay, but rumors say people get caught on fire, people falling off ships, and people getting Scurvy.
The nights are getting colder, but tonight feels like winter. But it's only Summertime. The wind picks up and the ship sways like a swing. The waves throw us around like a ball and we try to fix the sails, but they are stuck.