July 4th

I should’ve known. When the captain said, “Good luck,” as he dropped us off at the most desolate place on earth. That should’ve been my first clue that this trip wasn’t going to end well.

June 10th

“Don’t worry, baby,” Cynthia says as they load her onto the ship. “Everything will be okay.”

She smiles weakly, even though I know she’s using all her strength to put on a brave face for me.

Watching the boat sail away is one of the worst things I’ve ever seen in my life. She got sick a few days after we landed. She tried to fight it off, but it became obvious that it was a losing battle. We tried what little medicine we had, but I had to call the boat and beg the capt...

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