It's basically the same story what is in the previous chapter, but in English. I hope that I haven't made a lot of mistakes.

Oh, and yeah.. kookminfeels it's for you

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In may 2025 I went on a journey of my life - to the other end of the world - to Australia. The whole trip was supposed to last six months, on the way there, we had to visit a few exotic ports on three continents. But, it wasn't a touristic journey - our cruise, was organized by a certain Military Academy, which I have been a student for two years. Military drill and normal watch were valid for us. We worked during the watch - we painted the deck, prepared meals or solved tasks from navigation - everything depended on the task assigned to the recruits - that is to us - by the Bosun.

We slept in tiny cabins, because it was basically two square meters. There was only a bed, which occupied most of the room and a small table, and in fact a table top, bolted to a bright wall with dimensions smaller than A4. There was a folding stool next to it - equally small. On this metal stool there was a place under the counter, when it was folded to the least "absorbent" form and laid on a specially attached shelf under the top, you might think that it was part of the metal counter. The walls were pastel green, my favorite. I have always dreamed of such a color of the walls in my room, now I live in a dormitory - unfortunately there is no possibility to repaint the walls in a different color.
The floor, or rather the carpet to which we tread, was covered with a soft carpet of sea color. Above my bunk I had a round porthole, other words mall window which during the storm was almost always submerged under water. The only decoration of the cabin, if that was something you could call the decoration was the map of the world on which our route was painted. For me, this map was not a decoration, for me it was something... unusual, kind of invisible guide. The door to the room wasn't closed  by a handle, as in an ordinary house, but by a special wheel - I felt a bit like I was sleeping in a bank vault. Believe me, this is not the feeling, you would like to experience every night.

Every night I wrote a diary, as most of you would probably say "it's childish", I agree, but....  as for me it's de-stressing after a long day of exhausting watch.

May 21, 2025.

Every day we have to get up at six, but today we had a wake-up call at four. At five o'clock we were ready for collection, something really strange started happening with the captain. The previous day he was somehow very upset, although each of us bent over his or her head to make everything happen like clockwork, and yet he kept talking to himself. Today, during a meal, that was supposed to be a dinner, he told us that the ship is overloaded and it is necessary to throw away supplies of food and drinking water. It amazed everyone, it's not good that we work like oxen, and we won't even eat the only warm meal. With the rest of the crew, we suspect that rum, which got from this new seaman, was probably poisoned by adding some drugs. From the beginning I thought that something was wrong with him. The worst was his complete lack of contact with the world - unfortunately there is no internet at sea. There is only a radar and radio - but both of these devices have been locked in the wheelhouse by the head of the ship. Without wishing, we went to work at 14:30 (when the warehouses were ravaged). Not only did we have almost nothing to eat or drink, in addition, the captain extended our watch time by two hours. It's hard, life being itself, isn't always as colorful as it seems to us that it is. When the evening came, we went to bed. But nobody could sleep, we were too scared of him.

May 22, 2025.

Today, literally everything stood on his head, because the madness of the captain deepened so much that it prevented us even working. He threw over 10 beds and everything that was in the 10 cabins closest to his wheelhouse. It would be good to mention that there are twenty-five recruits here. The last remnants have survived from the food, but unfortunately no drinking water supplies could be saved. Luckily, in the evening, a ship sailed near us. Using my small mirror, we sent a SOS signal towards him. They noticed us and came to the rescue. Unfortunately, they did not have the doctor who needed us and they could not help us with Captain's strange behavior. However, we managed to talk about our problems. We passed our concerns and told us where we are going. They gave us food and drink, thanks to which we were much happier and more relaxed about our own fate. Normally, we went to sleep but not for long, because we heard a noise late at night. He was coming from the vicinity of the wheelhouse. It turned out that our boss began to treat crowbar navigation devices. That was too much - the bosun and a few stronger sailors overpowered the captain and locked him in temporary custody.

May 23, 2025.

We were at sea for about a week so it was time to submit a report to our Academy. Unfortunately, damaged transmitting devices did not allow sending a description of the situation. We really hope that they started looking for us. It is our, in fact, the only hope - we have drinking and eating, and this madman is closed, but we do not know where we are and what to do next. Unfortunately, none of us learned to control such a ship.

June 1, 2025

After a week of some very random drifting, the land appeared on the horizon - Cape of Good Hope. We were saved. We entered the port, we immediately handed over the Captain of the local Police and ordered the repair of our wheelhouse. Before the Afrikaans managed to repair the breakdown, a new Captain arrived from Gdynia and we set off on a further journey. This time successful, without unpleasant surprises.