Day 1
Fog came down in the night and hasn't lifted. The radio's dead, the engine won't turn over and the binnacle compass has dried out. Ten days of water and food if I'm careful. There's a course pencilled on the chart in the saloon, a day's run at a time, out to the shipping lane. If I keep to it, someone will know where to look. I'll keep this log until they come.


