September 27, 2014
The pestilence continues without abatement on the good ship Bass. The stomach virus is a cruel mistress. ‘Twas the night before last she claimed her third victim. I was awoken from a deep slumber by the telltale sounds of gagging and coughing in the wee hours of the morning. I ran into the bunk of crew member Rose to find exactly what I had hoped not to find. I prepared to swab the deck yet again while the Captain took Rose to be hosed off.
We have placed ourselves under Quarantine and are currently living as hermits abstaining from the pleasures of a social existence. We earnestly pray that this Plague be lifted from our ship soon, and that our littlest crew member be spared.
If you find this Log, just know that we fought this Pestilence with honor and as much dignity as can be mustered while facing gastric distress, and pray for our souls.
I hope you and your husband won’t get sick as well and the girls will get well soon!!! *cross fingers AND toes*
Well, my husband has fallen victim to it already, but luckily it was just a 24 hour thing for him on a weekend. Really hoping Wren and I don’t get it though!
poor sweet girl. Sending prayers. Hang in there first mate!
Thank you!