Logbook: This morning, through the dense fog, I spotted the shape of a ship known aspect and fearless spirit I asked the helmsman to put due to the strange ship. It was not difficult to sail the high sea between us, and when we have come closer to the boat we found to our surprise with the disturbing, ghostly presence of Dodka , we assumed wrecked several months.
Despite our voices and signs have not received a reply, nor have we been able to see any crew on board the ship looks abandoned to their fate. Both myself and the rest of the matemarineros dominated by superstitious feelings, we have avoided addressing the strange ship and then to accompany him for a while on his way to drift slowly apart, we have it. Finally the fog swallowed him again, and I doubt that we will find again in our journey.
I do not know if their cellars keep intact that which once contained, I think if I did not find out. Dodka Goodbye! Still plying the wide space of your travel matemares random! Be one of the legends and mysteries that populate the vastness mateoceánicas! That storm respect you, water is not your strong frames and rotting fish pass be surprised to see the sun shining skies!
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