June 8th, 2066

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It's so peaceful out here.

Everyone else is asleep below deck, but I'm sitting up top, enjoying the pleasant air. It's a bit chilly, but I don't mind. The sound of the sea lapping at the sides of the boat, the moon shining across unending waters... It's magical.

I don't think I've ever been on a boat. If I ever was, I don't remember it. This seems like something I would never forget, though. It's so perfect.

I heard something just now. A deep, mournful, hollow cry in the distance. I didn't see anything, but I know I heard a whale of some kind. The haunting sound sent a chill down my spine.

I'm dreading our return to shore.

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