A new ship's log and now in english. It is not easy to begin writing in a language that you are not used to. Nevertheless, once here, there is nothing to do, if not this.

What is the problem? Lots of ideas are crowding into my head, but I don't know enough words to draw them out.

Who could explain these three weeks? Maybe Will, who clings to my arm with a mixture of fear, hope and uneasiness. For him, it is like a game in which he cannot play, not yet. And there is no understandable explanation for a boy who has grown being fed by the sea, and swept by its waves and currents. Only the time may help us… perhaps a few weeks.

What about Roberts? Our surgeon has been deep in his own thoughts for the last days, feeling this new course, northwards and southwards at the same time, as if it was the one he has been seeking for years, and at last he feels able to face it. I can see it in his eyes.

I am the captain, and the only man in this ship who doesn't know where he is, and what is he doing. What am I searching? What do I expect to reach? I am missing who I am and my comrades. In any case, every pirate knows at least one thing: Always to continue sailing, even in the densest fog, or the most never-ending emptiness. My name? Just call me Bastian.

It’s the first time I am writing in english, so if you want to help me, please email me with your suggestions and corrections to my texts to the following address: unpirata@gmail.com. Thanks!