Nov. 17, Late Night.

The sea thrashes back and forth like a violent monster. The clouds are the color of charcoal and enveloping the ship. Wind whips the sails back and forth, threatening to tear them off the mast. Rain falls in torrents, slapping the deck with a frightful force. Lightning flashes through the sky, temporarily lighting the scene before thrusting it back into darkness. Nothing can be heard over the sound of the storm. The crew hides underdecks in order to not be thrown off the ship. Strong  winds carry the boat far off course. Nothing can be done until the storm passes.

Nov. 18, Late Afternoon.

The sea is calm. A light wind blows through our sails, and the stars are peeking through the dark clouds. We are off course, and  it is hard to pinpoint our direction. We are traveling slowly, about 15 knots. The crew is recovering, and spirit is down. We cannot continue with morale this low, we must find our way back on course.

Nov. 18, Sunset.

Sunset has finally come. With our new knowledge of the cardinal directions, we will soon be able to find our way home. The appearance of the stars is a blessing. To stay on track, all we need to do is follow the constellations to the east. We are saved.

Nov. 21, Midday.

We have been sailing in this direction, and should soon come to port in Germany.

Nov. 22, Early Morning.

We have reached the docks. All our cargo has been delivered, and we sit safely in the harbors. If not for the stars, we would have all been lost. Our next voyage will take us back to Spain, hopefully with better luck avoiding storms.