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A plague has befallen the island, poisoning the entire population of tiny natives. Even my Co-Captain has been affected. I remain the only one left standing. I fear what may happen when this sickness inevitably takes me too as, while the tiny natives are incapable of caring for themselves regularly, they now require even more intensive care. Add to this the fact that sickness of the smallest kind reduces my Co-Captain to nothing more than a groaning lump of flesh, and you have an island teetering on the precipice of disaster. If I too succumb, this place is as good as lost.

I cannot fall.

Supplies are low, and tensions are high. My Co-Captain and I have nearly come to blows this morning, arguing over the remains of our dwindling food supply. As always, the tiny natives defended him, taking his side in things. They are unconcerned that he consumed my portion of the carefully rationed delicacy known as “pop-tarts,” in addition to his own. The tiny natives were able to have their portion without issue, and therefore turn a blind eye to my plight. I expect nothing more.

I am trying to keep my spirits up, though hunger gnaws at my belly. The Fifth Day has brought replenishment of our currency, and we will venture out to procure more supplies soon. I only hope I will not fade before then.

The mornings are the bleakest. Today especially, the tiny natives have punished me for the grave crime of not being my Co-Captain. It is barely 0900 hours, and I have been kicked, flailed upon, and made to suffer the piercing cry of the Loch Mess Monster. He is the most attached to the Co-Captain, though the Chunkacabra rivals his affection in many ways. My only reprieve is that Sassquatch has not yet awoken. She seems more attached to sleep than to any human, which is both a blessing and a curse. Her slumber is peaceful, but there is often violence when she is made to abandon it. I fear what might happen when she wakes.