17 Long, Slow, Cold Days Of NOTHINGNESS

I honestly think I am loosing my sanity. Seventeen days, SEVENTEEN - that is how many days I have been on this damned sailboat. I have been running out of food lately and rationing off miniature pieces to keep me going. I have not had a decent amount of food in such a long time, hopefully I will get one soon.

On top of all that, the water supply has diminished significantly so I have been resorted to the only source left, the wine. I have noticed that wine on an empty stomach really is not good for me. I feel light headed and nauseous. Not the best of conditions for a one manned sailboat IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MEDITERRANEAN!!!!

Today is the eighteenth day of what feels like eighteen years of sailing. I hope the gods will spare me and let me see land.

But wait, I see something in the distance. What is it?

I think I see land. OH MY GOODNESS, my prayers have been answered. Thank you merciful gods, I will make a sacrifice as soon as possible.

I see shadowy mountains slowly looming, reaching toward over the misty breakers, rising like a shield. I'M SAVED!!!!