The only phrase I know how to describe our current situation right now is

Up Shit Creek without a paddle. Things have gone from bad to far, far worse

since last night and to tell the truth, everyone.

Everyone is now scared out of their damn minds.

Almost everyone. But I'll get to that in a minute.

Before I see anything, let me again say thank you to those who commented on last night's

posts.

Despite everything that's happened today, we managed to make some progress.

I can't help but think that it was thanks to all of you giving us some direction.

Let me quickly answer a few things that you've brought up, okay?

So first and foremost, as soon as I opened the laptop and saw the comment I went and

pulled one of the maps from the ship off the wall.

Looking to see if there was indeed any sort of chapel or religious gathering area for us to whole up in and unfortunately, Queen Elizabeth seems to never have built one on board.

So that idea is out.

Secondly, the reason why we set up base camp in the lounge is because it was the first

place we reached when we came aboard.

And it's the place we know the best.

After yesterday, though, and especially with our current predicament,

I'm beginning to think moving to one or two adorning cabins might be a better idea.

Not as much room for anyone or anything to creep up on us.

That being said, let me tell you what happened today.

We were roused by the captain just after the 10 minutes of the morning.

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