Okay, so before I transcribe these final few pages, I need to say that this will be my very

last post about the buoy and the pages themselves.

I didn't expect anyone to realize what I was up to so quickly, but I was, I was woken up this

morning by a knock at my door. When I answered it, I was met by one of the men who had been at the dock the day the buoy was taken by the Navy.

He stated he'd only come to ask a few follow-up questions, such as what our location was when we caught it in our nets,

what the tides were like and so on.

I knew it was a bunch of bullshit.

It was information he could have gotten from my captain.

He knew that I knew it as well.

That's when he not so subtly began threatening me,

speaking about prison time,

and worse for leaking, as he put it, confidential documents

before leaving. I'm currently packing my suitcase and leaving a message from my real estate agent

to talk to her to list my house for sale, along with one to my captain, telling him I won't be

showing up anymore.

I'm not sticking around, and as soon as I post this, I'm going to just get into my truck and drive.

I'm going to disappear, and I'm going to stop somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and I'm going to burn the copies of the pages I have.

Besides, I don't think I can wake up and look out at the ocean anymore. Here are the final pages.

When we got back to base, we found even more chaos when we left.

As we exited the airlock, Liguro and King supported Brockman, who was now hysterically

crying. I heard confused and angry shouting, coming from the operations room.

Instructing Brockman be brought to the medical day to have her checked out.

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