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H.M.S. Centurion, Straits La Maire, 1740AD
Ship's log: We are sufferring through many days of terrifying storms which rip through the rigging, sails and woodwork of our ship. Tonight, our lookout fired his pistol which cause a series of shots to be fired into the wind by those nearest him. When questioned, each each of these men said he had seen an enormous ship of iron in the mist off the port bow.
These storms are taking their toll on the men. They are becoming sick and delirious. I pray that these storms may ease.
There has been no sign of the galleon we seek.