Seventy five days until we reach Key West.
With me eyeglass I constantly scan the horizon. A sailor's intuition - I have this feeling we are being followed on our strange course. I send Hank, the cabin boy, up the ratlines to the crow's nest to keep a vigilant lookout.
I return to me cabin and for the rest of daylight be studyin' Captain La fey's logbook for clues to the pirated chest and any information I can glean regarding the Ghost book. The more me thinks about that chest with its trick locks and hidden compartment- the more I tend to focus on its removeable shelves or drawers. And what comes to me mind is a lady's garment trunk for travel.
Meanwhile, in the Captain's logbook, dated November 17, in the year two thousand and eight, I read mention of a dusty yellowed letter with a red blood wax seal imbedded with some strange insignia that apparently indicated that the Key they were searching for, the secret of secrets, was lost. When I inventoried all the items in the chest, I assumed this letter was among the others tied in a bundle with a soft leather strap. In sorting through them, though, hoping for a clue to the Ghost Book, I discover this particular letter is missing. I am finding more is lost than found.
After a long day, I go on deck to refresh me mind and spirits. I look up. The moon is brilliant and half full leaning to its side to cup the weight of the dark side of the moon. Standing against the rail I peer into the trail of night water; the wake of the search. The illumination from the moon casts a shadow behind the Casteneda: in its shape I see the Black Swan. As above so below. The Shadow Keeper is keeping watch. Look outs are posted everywhere...
Your servant, The UnNamed Captain