AD 1998

Greetings, whoever is reading this, I’m not even sure this will be found. If you did find this, I can only say that I am sorry for you.

I was was a sailor, if I even even remember what I was. A good one at that, my ma and pops always told me I’d sail to new horizons, guess guess they wer right.

This place is not somewhere you want to be

Right now, the only smell I’ve had had here is decaying and burning power lines, I was repairing the the power lines next to my ship, what what did we call it?

The Mariana, yes, we called it the Mariana

I dont remember when I got here, to this place, after the typhoon

But time does not work right here

I dont dont know who you are, but please, promise me you will get out of this mess, my crewmates forgot me. My wife and my kids think I’m dead But I’m just just stuck in this place and I dont know know if I can hold on longer