Radolf Hansen's Logbook #4

Damn this sea is quiet, its waters deep and dark. The further we sail into the ocean, the fewer traces of living creatures we see. None of the sailors are used to these dark waters. They're getting nervous. They'd kill their own mothers before diving into that water. Still, as long as we follow the stars, we'll stay true to our course north. And yet, the more we sail, the more overwhelmed I become by the feeling we're sailing into a total void of nothingness.