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August 12, 2004
Upon capture, the dogshark seemed quite friendly. We have begun to carefully document the event
with pictures and my log. Late last night Henry reported in with a small fleshwound to his forearm. He then explained the
Dogshark had thrashed about and slashed his arm with his razor sharp claws. Henry says he will not go back in with us.
August 13, 2004
The beast has been growing larger and it's wound has all but disappeared. Remarkable creature
it is. We have began to feed it and as it seems, the animal has befriended us.
August 15, 2004
There are only 3 of us left. The beast seems to have gone mad. Mad with a thirst for human
blood.
It was only until today that I could reach my log book in my living quarters on C deck to document
the events of the past days. After realizing the boat was no longer moving, we went to the rear of the boat and
saw Henry and William's bodies floating off into the distance. The battery in Ralph's wheelchair has almost run out
and he is afraid we will leave him behind. We have gathered what we need to survive and locked ourself in the gally.
Our only hope now is that the rations hold until someone finds us. God help us.
R.I.P. William and Henry.
August 16, 2004
This will be my last journal entry. I have witnessed the Dogshark kill the rest of my crew and it now has
me trapped in a lifeboat hanging off the side of the boat. If anyone finds this, tell my wife and kids I love them.
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