My Diary From the Edge of the World
“I’m surrounded by activity, but there’s nothing I can do except sit here on the deck of our new ship and describe the scene in the space I have left. Luckily Oliver found an old blank notebook of Prospero’s at the observatory, which he allowed him to have, just in the nick of time. I’ll start with it the next time I write. Prospero also gave my mom his old violin as a parting gift. Not to mention that he’s outfitted us with fur coveralls and coats and microfiber socks, extreme cold weather gloves and seal mittens to go over them, fur blankets, two tents, some instruments, and who knows what else for our trip—a mixture of old explorer gear and newfangled items he says he had flown in, via angel, from a store in New York a few years ago. (I guess we’re not the first team of expeditioners he’s sent into the wilderness on a mission of discovery—though probably we’re the first going somewhere he doesn’t believe in.) With his help (but not his blessing) we’ve also stocked up on crates and c...rates of food and water, tons of Slim Jims, canned soups, freeze-dried vegetables, and beans to stick in backpacks that are as big as I am.MoreLess
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