Robert Walton sent 4 letters to his sister in England. While most things were clearly stated, some things could have been elaborated on. Write the lost letter of Robert Walton to his sister. What has not been said? Is there anything that you can think to add to the adventure/exploration? Write this in the form of a letter. Make sure you have a date that makes sense with the rest of the letters. Have fun with this; it does not have to be serious.
Be sure to include your name and hour in your response this time.
Adrienne Zaya
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To Mrs. Saville, England August 1st, 17-
My Dearest Sister,
I will write you a quick letter, sister, for there are discoveries to be made! Margaret, I have never been more sure of the purpose of this journey than today. Since the last time I wrote you, I began to doubt whether this journey is really worth it. My crew spoke of me and my "witless obsessions." They questioned their own sanity for joining me in my travels. But today, dearest Margaret, as the ship sailed thorugh the broken ice, something caught the eyes of my lieutenant off the port side. He called me from my thoughts as I was standing on the starboard side gazing at the currents rushing by. I ran to his side and looked down at the sheet of ice floating by. On this ice, a strange set of tracks could be made out in the snow, and a small package, alomst like a canteen, appeared along side the prints. I was so intrigued, I nearly fell off the ship looking over! I danced upon the deck, wondered at the idea that there must have been something here, something alive and well...and on the move. Instantly, I ordered a change in direction following the tracks. Such a discovery has sparked the flame of knowledge and breakthroughs for the scientific community within me. I have the hopes that this little discovery will only lead to more. I hope that I can have no more doubts; I hope my crew will have no more doubts. I hope that God does not doubt me.
I send with love and wishes for wellness, dear sister.
R.W
Lindsay MacMillan
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To Mrs. Saville, England July 27, 17-
My dearest sister,
It is with great distress that I inform you through this blood-stained parchment that it is with little hope that I believe my eyes shall witness the rising sun of the morrow. For as a I opened my chest not ten minutes ago to withdraw the parchment on which to write to my dearest Margaret, the black hands of fate claimed my poor and helpless flesh. I began to flatten the curled material when my left pinky (yes, the Devil's own left!) scraped against the sharpened edge of the parchement. Instantly, pain that is previously unmatched in my humble lifetime seared throughout my veins and blood began to flow with fervor out of the slit on my finger. I hope that you can testify to my courage for continuing to write this letter amidst the acute pain and suffering which your dear brother must so bravely endure. Within the hour I have little doubt that this fatal wound will claim my life and sever all earthly ties with you, my beloved sister.
Ah, the stranger must have heard my anguished cries as he now approaches in haste. Why, upon seeing my devestating blood loss, does he not appear concerned, but rather has the audacity to laugh? Has he never before witnessed great men to die of small wounds caused by parchment?
Now, as I patiently wait death to claim me as its own, I must bid you farewell and request that you let not tears stain your velvet cheeks as you know that we will meet in another life.
Remember me as I will you,
R.W.
Zach Hummel
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To Mrs. Saville, England
July 21, 17-
I must write today for fear of surrendering my mind to boredom. We have pushed onward towards the pole for weeks now, following the needle of the compass. While my crew on this ship is used to such long voyages, I have become restless to reach my destination, and I must do something or risk going mad.
Even though our ship is stocked with provisions for several months, we long for food more fresh than the monotonous salted meats. Several crew members are learned in the art of harpooning fish, and have put their skill to use, but their catches are strange beyond imagining. Many are so mutilated by the time that they are hauled up to the deck that I can scarce imagine what it may have looked like alive. Even though their prey is a mystery, however, I no longer wonder about the source of their lamp-oil.
As for how they cook their catch, I can scarce describe the horror. Our dedicated cook is a deft hand with preserved sea rations, but he has long been out of practice with fresh meat. His butchery of the animals is appalling, and because the custom of this crew is to eat their meat nearly raw, he does not cook it much. I, on the other hand, cannot tolerate raw meat, and so I have made a habit of sneaking into the galley whenever I can and cooking my own meat, so as to ensure that it is cooked properly. The first time the cook caught me at his range, he nearly beat me with an iron rod! I think he was deeply offended that I did not enjoy his cooking. He has eventually come to accept my ways, or perhaps he has just deemed me mad and left me be. The crew, on the other hand, still get a hearty laugh from watching me eat fully cooked food. Perhaps after this voyage I must take some of them home so you can serve them a true English dinner!
Your affectionate brother,
R. Walton
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In my past letters I told you about the stranger I had let aboard the ship. Well earlier today while traveling through the ice we spotted what he has been in search of. I have not much of an idea what this thing is that he is in search of, but the creature looked large, larger than the average human to say the least. The stranger thanked us for our hospitality, and carried on his journey towards the creature. I am left to assume that this "thing" must have taken or hurt the stranger in some way, but i am not certain. I send my best regards to my friend, as he continues on his endeavors. Dearest sister I will inform you if I ever become aware of the type of creature he is chasing.
Love always
R.W.
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Mrs. Saville I am thus writing to thee to me journey has yet encountered another fellow expeditioner, his name is Yogi Bear. He, like my counterpart Frankenstein, is in search of a missing article;however, his article is not a creature but a picnic basket which he seems to always ask Baboo about its where abouts. So I consider myself…a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one man wolf pack. But when brought Frankenstein aboard, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by one. So were two…so there was two of us in the pack. I…I was alone first in the pack, and then Frankenstein joined in later. Then when we introduced ourselves to Yogi and Baboo. I thought…wait a second, could it be. And now I know for sure, I just added 2 more guys to my wolf pack. 4 of us wolves running around the artic together, in Sibera looking for creatures and picnic baskets. So tonight, we make a toast!
Love Ocassionaly, Forget often, R.W. o and im done with the dating 17- the year is 1492!
Allie Trillet
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To Mrs Saville, England. Sept. 5th, 17-
Okay, Im tired of acting all formal with my letters to you. We're brother and sister, I'm not sure why I've written to you as if you're the British Prime Minister. This boat ride is really boring because theres not much to do and I know that I told you in my last letters that I like the guest that we have taken aboard our ship, but honestly... he's annoying! He's always telling me how I should stop exploring because I might fail and he never stops complaining. If I had not already devoted so much of my time to this adventure to the Arctic, I would come home right now and take this looney to the crazy hospital! And also, I wish that I was having more fun right now, because beyond having a freaky dude on my boat, I'm BORED! All we ever do is sail and sail and sail. I never imagined that a boat ride could be so boring! Hopefully I find what I'm looking for soon, because sitting here looking at water while this guest complains is getting really old, really fast. Well, I hope you're not as bored as I am, I'll send you another letter soon and lets pray that I'm better then.
Talk to ya later, Sis!
Peace out.
R.W.
July 22nd, 17-
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My dearest sister,
The days seem to grow longer here in the Arctic, and I feel as though my confidence is slipping. Though my dream of discovering is still fresh on my mind, it seems a bit less possible once I am actually past known land. But to discover, I suppose that one must take risks and travel where none have travelled previously. I also begin to feel lonely, however, and as if I cannot confide in my crew. I have firm faith in them as sailors, but scholars I have not. I long for someone to share my wonderings with, who respects a scientific opinion and ponders such questions as I myself do. However, I suppose that I cannot expect to find such a person floating about on the ice, and must resign myself to my current solitude.
Also, I have neglected to ask how you have been at all, and have been a very bad brother.
Yours always and affectionately,
R.W.
Blythe Bugg
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To Mrs. Saville, England
October 31, 17-
My dearest favoritest sister ever,
I am writing in the hopes that you will understand that I have been extremely busy hanging with these strange men from England by the names of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. They have stated that they are from the future, which, of course, is impossible. The one with this odd lightening bolt scar, Harry, keeps to himself, but, from time to time, grasps at his head shouting "Voldemort's near!" I'm not sure what a Voldemort is...but it doesn't sound pleasant.
And the ginger-haired one goes on and on about a woman by the name of Hermione. At least I think it's a woman, but I'm not sure as Hermione could be the name of a cat for all I know.
And sometimes, when they think no one's around, they discuss how to find this item called a horcrux. They're so much like Frankenstein, as they are all searching for something, but I think Harry and Ron are more interesting.
As for me, my life is still boring. Oh how I wish I was a wizard.
I mean...what?
Your muggle brother,
R.W.
Expelliarmus!
To Mrs. Saville, England August 15, 17-
ReplyDeleteMy dearest sister,
I am worried for this new stranger. Although I have said that his health has seemed to be improving, yet his mentality is darkening. He is still continuing his silence among the crew, but paces the deck in a nervous fit, always gazing towards the horizon. The closer we get to the North, the more he paces. It is hard to understand this man's situation, and I hope to find out in the days to come. So many questions have gone unanswered, and I am hoping that when we finally leave the boat the stranger will explain all.
I hope it does not sound like I have lost compassion for this man, for his gentle side still has me thinking he may be the friend I have been looking for. This journey has proven worth my while already.
R.W.
Tori Kisinger
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To Mrs Saville, England.
October 18th, 17-.
My dear Sister,
I would just like to inform you of my journey since I last wrote. Since then I have become very close with that stranger that I told you about some time ago. Although we have become close, he has asked me to let him go to find this creature that he is out to find. I have done what he has asked and he has thanked me for how kind I was to him. Now I am continuing my adventure to explore the Arctic. I have found some interesting things here and can't wait to share it all with you and the world.
R.W.
Sister,
ReplyDeleteEnclosed in this letter you will find what remains of the money I took to Russia. I will have no need for it along my expedition, thus I am sending it back home to you. Please do not save it on my behalf. Spend whatever remains as you see fit. Money means little to me on the verge of this great adventure. My only hope is that this letter does reach you in England. I fear this far North if someone where to discover the contents they would likely take it for themselves. But I worry too much, no one would bother to open another mans mail.
Til I return, love always
R.W.
Nick Gurrola
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April 22. 17-
Dear my beloved tenderly loving lovely love sister;
I still need a man in my life to tell my deepest secrets to. I've tried with the men on the ship, but all of them seem bothered by how I so adoringly talk about you. They simply don't understand me. No one understands me. No one can understand me. I'm obviously much too intelligent for the men on the ship; that is the only explanation for why hardworking sailors navigating a boat through dangerous, ice-filled waters aren't up for having a deep, intellectual conversation about you at every given second. Or magnets. Fornicating magnets, how do they work? I certainly don't know. Regardless, I'm getting quite bored and lonely. I think I'll attempt to send this letter via water fauna, just to change things up a bit.
However, my beloved, I must now finish this letter. The men grow agitated at me. Apparently as captain, my duties do not include writing "creepy letters" to my "lover," and apparently "go that way" does not constitute as an adequate navigation job. Heaven shine rainbows upon your sweet beloved face my dear, dear sister. This is what your eternally affectionate brother wishes for you.
Your mutually loving brother,
R.W.
Caitlin Eskro
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September 7th 17-
My dearest homefry, Margeret,
I have been chillin in my ride, er, my ship for the last couple of weeks waitin for the green backs to roll in for when I make my next discovery so I can pimp my ship out with the works- a GPC (global positioning compass, they are the newest things), some 25 inch chrome rims for the portholes, pinstriping on the sides by the finest painters in France, and, of course, some leather seats that are supposed to be powered by this new totally dope power called electricity! (the first few people who tested them received serious burns and one even died, but you know me, gurl, I love the newest tech)
But across this huge ton of white there has been nothing! I have had to spend my time in my cabin. I've made this new dance that I've decided to call breakdancing and this new type of song called rap-maybe it will catch on someday. While I was makin my newest beat a sailor yelled to me, "bro, there's something totally sketch goin on up in 'hur"
I ran up real quick and saw these totally whack tracks on the ground that also had some dog prints. I told my boys to change course and follow the tracks; I can't wait to find out what it is! It will finally get me out of my funk, and loneliness. If it's a person, I can share my latest dances!
Love, your soon-to-be-pimpin' brother,
R.W.
Colin Rensch
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To Mrs. Saville, England
July 20, 17-
Hello my dear sister! I write to you to tell of my successes with the various projects on which I am working. I have quite figured out how the compass works and I can only think that this same luck will also help me find a route to the Pacific Ocean through the Arctic seas. I have seen many a polar bear roaming these seemingly desolate landscapes. I don't know that they eat any land animals. Fish seems to be their primary meal. These beautiful creatures are my only solace in this deserted land.
How is our dear uncle getting along? Oh how the dementia has set in with him. I sincerely hope that on my return he can recognize me, it would be a shame to have him part with us before being able to say farewell. I know that to this day the death of our father has left him quite miserable. To think that he died in another country in the service of Switzerland to have his wife die and his child Elizabeth to disappear the next day. No wonder it still affects our uncle. I hope that you are getting along well, and I will strive to get back to you safe.
your dear brother,
R. Walton
Nik Thorsrud
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June 11th, 17-
My Dearest Sister,
First, I wish to express an apology for the prolonged delay in my correspondence. But as you can imagine, finding a traveler bound for our beloved England to carry the letter is no simple task. It is only by shear chance that I found a man in the service of Vitus Bering, a Russian explorer, who so kindly consented to bear this letter, for he was bound for his home in St. Petersburg, where he plans to pass this letter along to his cousin, who is going on holiday in England. We spoke only briefly, as he was eager to continue his journey home, but he told me of several of the many discoveries that his team had made. I only hope that my expedition is destined for such good fortune.
Next, I would like to relate to you the awe-inspiring nature of the upper planet. The skies seem to come alive as streaks of every color flourish across the heavens. I am starting to believe that my ultimate quest of magnetism may lie with these magnificent ribbons. Icebergs as large as mountains surround the ship, and the air is crisp and cool. One does seem to become acclimated to the chilled nature of the climate, and learn to embrace it, so long as there is a long, fur coat in the vicinity. My men, however, are not so optimistic. They curse the “vial” weather at every chance they get, and are becoming increasingly frustrated with me, though I am, of course, blameless of all accusations that they have convicted me of. I only wish that they could look past the starvation, the bitter cold, and the lack of direction (we have been off course for several days) and see the world as I do. Still, I long for a companion with whom I can speak intelligently, and perhaps one to defend me should there be any physical unrest among the crew. I wait, eagerly awaiting your response.
Love always,
Your brother,
R. Walton
Megan Ellis
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August 10, 17-
The stranger seems to almost be back in full health. He moves around the boat, always looking for something in the distance. Many men on my crew ask him questions about what he is searching for and why he was out on the ice that day, but he continues to shut down all of their questions or quickly move onto a new subject. When I have a free moment I sit with him and keep him company. He seems like a very interesting man. And I can tell he has a story. I wouldn't dare ask him though. It seems rather rude for a man to ask another man those types of questions when they barely know each other. He seems friendly enough when we are alone however. And he doesn't seem too troubled by my crew. I hope he can provide some sort of aid on our voyage. He seems rather skilled in mathematics and navigation.
I hope to write you as soon as I possibly can. I'm staying busy upon this vessel, but there is always some time for me to write my dear sister. Hope all is well.
R.W.
Marisa Coulter
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July 3, 17-
What up sis! So I ran out my word of the day toilet paper, so it lools like my letters are gonna be a bit easier to read from hereon. I've been lonely lately to tell ya the truth. The crewmen aren't the sharpest tools in the shed and therefore don't really understand me. Loner basically sums up how i've been feeling. You wouldn't believe what just happened though! I was minding my own business drowning in my own thoughts when we found this man out on the ice our ship was sailing through. We took him on board and you won't believe the best part about this guy! He is a fellow scientist! You don't know how good it feels to actually have someone to talk to and relate to. He says he's looking for something, this creature he lost. All I can say is that being able to talk about the sciences with someone has reaffirmed my faith in my exploration. I'm hoping the friendship i make with this fellow scientist, Frankenstein, will last. There seems to be many similarities between us. Well I gotta go put another fur coat on so I'll talk to ya later! Hopefully at lesat...
Loveeee youuuu,
Robbie Walton
My dear sister Margaret,
ReplyDeleteMy explorations thus far have been quite extordinary. This past week we have encountered weather of the most extrodinary displeasure. Four days and nights have consumed every ounce of our energy as we have faced the most treturous stroms that I have witnessed in quite some time. Our bodies have been worn to fatigue and I cannot speculate as to how much longer our broken spirits can endure. I pray every wakening moment for this dreadful rain to cease beating upon our backs and for the waves to cease their insecent motion. Oh how I long for land, something sturdy to rest my acking legs upon and for the sun to warm the inside of my soul. At times I wonder of the dangers of mans pursuits. It was my dream that lead to my expedition and I am thus bound by it's faite. Pray for me dear sister that I might return from my journey to your loving companying in one piece. Please I beg you, pray.
Your loving brother,
Robert July 27th, 17-
Thomas Hoff
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Jule 30th, 17-
My Dearest Sister
I have yet to describe to you the wonders of the landscape across which I am traveling. The clear air is perpetually fresh and the sky is almost always clear. There is a crisp cool in the air that keeps one alert and awake throughout the day. The water is clear and cold beyond belief. Wildlife is sparse but it is utterly different from that of our own home land. Their are large floats of ice in the water, we sometimes see great white bears upon them and I have an inner fear of being marooned on one of these inescapable floating islands. The bright white landscape causes a perpetual glare that causes me the most severe headaches. In the small times I spend above deck I am forced to squint to protect my vision. I miss our home with a deep pain but my curiosity and desire to explore are enough to subdue it for now. I fear that I may succumb at a later date to the pain of homesickness, and this whole endeavor will be for naught. I hope my resolve stays firm.
Robert.
Dan Terry- 3rd Hour
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Dearest sister,
Before I begin my rant about unnecessary things, I want to remind you that I’ll probably die a horribly painful death in the arctic, and this will be my last letter to you. I can’t swim, and I bruise like peach, so my chances of survival are highly unlikely. Also, I hear that narwhals are incredibly fond of human flesh, so I’ll prolly end up getting speared by one. Hopefully they send you something to remember me by, like my heart, so that you can keep me in your thoughts forever.
Anyways, so I rescued that guy, right? Yeah, I’m about to throw his butt of the aft-end of the ship and leave him to the frigid waters of the Arctic. This is legit happening if he mentions that stupid man one more time.
Okay, so I spend all day on the deck of the ship, right? Yeah, he stands right next to me. I’m wrapped in furs, shivering my butt off in the stupid air, squinting at the horizon of pure white (which is awful for my eyes), and Frankenstein randomly pipes “Did you see him yet?” as if I wouldn’t immediately alert him if I did. Yes, Frankenstein, I saw him, but I decided that it wasn’t important to tell you so that you stopped pestering me. I’m seriously thinking about tossing him, because he’s driving me insane.
Also, I want to let you know that you should never sail, because all of the sailors are scabby and have scurvy. Have you ever seen scurvy? Yeah, you don’t want to. Legit, don’t see it. Ever. Ick. Ew.
Anyways, I want to remind you again that my hemophilia, as well as the fact that I’m about to tussle with Frankenstein, will probably do me in. Once again, as I’ve said before, this might be the last letter that I send to you, because the fact that I’m losing my sanity, (coupled with the myriad diseases that I’ve acquired, including scurvy) will probably kill me violently.
With love,
Your awkwardly formal brother,
Who will probably die,
Robert Walton
P.S. watch for my heart in the mail, assuming that the narwhal didn’t consume it
Mikayla Irwin 3rd Hour
ReplyDeleteTo Mrs. Saville, England, August 3rd 17-
My dearest sister,
I would inform you more about my mysterious guest, but he has yet to reveal more to me about his past, or even about his present state of mind. My efforts to obtain more knowledge about him have not been successful as I have been conscious to not interfere in any of his private affairs. My lack of knowledge pertaining to his affairs has not assisted me in my attempts to befriend him, which has left me as I was thus before, without a companion.
Without anyone to engage in pleasant conversation, I have been spending more time observing my surroundings and enjoying the nature that would have passed by otherwise. The sea salt air is very stimulating and invigorates me as I stand near the rail on the deck. Although we have not encountered many land masses, the vast expanse of the ocean is still beautiful and awe-inspiring.
My time in solitude has been beneficial as I have been able to contemplate the mysteries of the universe, but my yearning to seek a friend has increased. My hopes still remain that my guest may someday confide in me the secrets of his story, which I will relate to you at a later date if such an event occurs.
Until then, my dear Margaret, I wish you blessings and good health!
R.W.
Madyson Cassada / 6th
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To my beloved, dearest, Sister,
I start this letter to you saying that it is quite cold around these parts. Realizing, not too long ago, that I did not fully elaborate on the true extent of just how cold it is, I hastily decided that I did need to seriously get about that. Thus, as was stated, it is cold to say the very least; yet, not only is it just cold, it is freezing if you can believe that. I was not expecting the temperature to be as truthfully frigid as it is here in the Arctics. Granted, my calculations did allowed me to deduce that the temperature difference would indeed differ by some from home to the Arctic, the fact that it shows itself to this extreme, though, truly does surprise me. If not for the sheer girth of these men who work so diligently for me and the constant steam-like perspiration which allows for the slightest of warmer temperatures when standing in their presence, I'm most certain my very blood would have frozen solid by now. This all happens to be grand, though, seeing as their company as a whole gives me nothing in the sense of socialization; at least their feeble minds are good for something, am I wrong? I do happen to sometimes wonder on how the simplest of survival is understood by them truly. They gaze upon me as if I'm speaking an entirely different language, and admittedly, I do find myself speaking French from time to time, still, is it so inconceivable for me to expect that they understand the simplest of terms no matter the language?
Nonetheless, my rambling has yet to allow my true objective of this letter to be met: the oddest of specimens was seen in the distance not but a day ago. The fog of the morning's eve had fallen upon the floating ice, yet my men and I are certain what was seen was indeed so. From the shadows this creature displayed itself with a stature which exceeded any height of man known to myself. Its pelt was from the distance a diluted yellow, as the men said, however, I'm most certain it was a white. Those misunderstood minds attempt to convince me that this creature was some sort of monster created by a man who delved in the arts of creation, or something, but I know better: it was the infamous Yeti, the abominable snowman! My logical mind is most certain of this, so if I do not succeed in my attempts to discover more on this magnetism, which seems foolish as is, I'll certainly be known for the rare discovery of such a prestigious, realistic, inhabitant!
Do wish me luck!
Your somewhat overly-formal-to-a-sibling brother,
R. Walton.
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ReplyDeleteMrs. Saville, England.
August 31st, 17-
My loving sister,
I apologize for the distance between letters. This have gotten quite interesting on the ship. Few discoveries have been made but with the help of my new friend, we are on the track of something most exciting. He will not say what, but I trust that it will be very rewarding. My friend is very intelligent. He has a quite unusual story, however. He has told me a few short parts of it, with promise that he will finish soon. He intrests me greatly and I very much wish that you will get the chance to meet him once we are back on solid ground.
Sister, I wish you could see the beauty here. Everything is so majestic and peaceful. However, a harsh winter will be approaching soon. The letters I send will be even more distanced as the seasons change, but feel confident that I am safe and well and will return to you one day in the future. I am very well in health and most of my crew members are as well. My poor friend however, gets sea sick every now and again.
I miss you dearly and hope that everything is going quite well. Let my spirit be with you like I shall soon be.
R.W.
Steven Wilkinson 6th
ReplyDeleteTo Mrs Saville, England. July 30th, 17-
My beloved sister,
Words cannot describe the wonders of my journey to the arctic. Being stranded in the middle of the ocean with nary a person intelligent enough to speak to is driving me crazy. Today we saw something we haven't seen in days: water. After weeks of ice, and ice, and more ice seeing open water was like a dream come true. Hopefully I will finish my adventure soon so I can depart off this wretched boat.
Best of wishes,
R.W.
Davis DeVries 1st
ReplyDeleteMrs. Saville, England. July 28th, 17-
My dear sister,
I am delighted to inform you that my journey so far has not been met with any dangers of the sea. We have sailed peacefully towards exploration with a gentle wind that pushes our boat at a moderate pace. However, I am met with anxiety to reach my destination, and my patience is deteriorating every day. I deal with this by assisting the crew in whatever way my ability may be used to quicken the journey. It doesn't bother me to spend time on deck, in the calm weather, leisurely working along side my fellow mates onboard.
I doing so, I have become acquainted with a young, gentle man named Henry. He seems to have a different look in his eyes then the other men, a look full of thought and wonder about the world around him. Yet, his poor education and articulation when speaking prohibits him from expressing these thoughts, that I believe are built up inside him. I feel quite poorly for him, for I have learned that he was brought up in a family stricken by poverty which put him at a extreme disadvantage to enrich himself in knowledge. It reminds me to the blessings that God has showered upon me. I hope that through this exploration, I can bestow intelligence on Henry and give him a chance to learn.
I promise to write again soon when we reach the solid ice, that I yearn to reach.
with much love,
Robert.
(Sorry for the late post, but I was absent on friday, so I didn't know about the blog assignment)
Hannah Wolgamood
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Mrs. Saville, England August 1, 17-
My dearest sister,
I have told you my delight in coming upon this stranger out on the ice. I very much enjoy discussing all possibilities in the world, and many topics I would not be able to explain to others. I believe this strange man is troubled though. He has warned me of the dangers of science leading the wrong way. I don't believe science could ever do wrong, though. He believes science can create monsters and horrible things; that might be the person he was out on the ice searching for. I have not been able to discuss it further, but I will write when I know more.
Love,
Robert.
Michael Stinavage
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August 18, 17-
Margaret,
We have continued our voyage around the arctic circle for a long time, and still I have no friend. Some mornings I wake up drowning in my self pity until i fall asleep on the brink of death because of loneliness. I have attempted to befriend other sailors and Victor Frankenstein. The sailors threatened to outcast me to the sea if I attempted to gain their friendship. Victor became fearful of my obsessions and outcasted himself to the dreadful ice water.
I write to you as an alone person who ventures the sea looking for friends. Although my initial thought was to research magnetism, one dark night a storm led me to believe otherwise. If merchants make way to this cruel ship that I rule over, I will search for a parrot of sorts to force to be my own. Until then, I must go Margaret. I hope all is well in the native land. Send word if necessary. If summoned by the holy man himself, tell him to send me a friend!
Love,
Robert Walton
Abbie Miller
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My dearest beloved sister,
I have the pleasure to inform you that I have finally found the opportunity to have a friendship that I have been waiting for my whole entire life. Although I have always had the greatest gift of having you, dear sister, in my life, I have found a man who has almost the same interests in me and will not make me play with dolls or have tea in the afternoon, but discuss politics and science. My men spotted him in the strangest place: off the side of the boat freezing to death on a broken-off piece of ice. He was sledding, and while most of his dogs perished, he was still alive. My dear Margaret, it was the most strangest thing. The man, who I have come to know as Frankenstein, was trying to find someone for a reason that he has not yet revealed to me. Other than that, not much has been happening since his arrival to the ship. The men have been getting restless and some have been getting violently sick. There have been no casualties, thank heavens, and we have narrowed down the cause of the illness to some of the food spoiling. My dear Margaret, I hope that you have been well and that I will soon see you and your smiling face again. It is very cold, by the way, I am always constantly shivering. When I get home, I want to sit with you in the sun for a whole day and let it soak into my skin. Until then,
Your brother,
R. Walton
Sarah Hinkel 1st hour
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My dearest sister,
The last month has provided me with a friend, and I have gotten to know a lot more about him. We are very similar; we're practically the same person! First, we both seek fame and power. Second, we both love our sisters unnaturally too much. I'm very sure that you and Victor's sister (Elizabeth) will get along quite well! When I return from this voyage, we all must meet up and have a cup of tea. Don't worry about me, sister, for I am confident that I will find what I'm looking for and not fall into the trap that Victor keeps warning me about. You are the only one who understands me and knows that I never make mistakes.
Hugs and kisses, R.W.
Kirsten Stowell
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July 19th 17-
My dearest sister;
Long and cold have these days been spent wandering through these peaks of everlasting snow. I had hoped that, surely, by now we may have reached something, if even a mere symbol as to where the secrets of this pole lies and began our exploration to discover them, but alas, it appears not so. My thoughts can not help but turn to despair as I wonder if perhaps this journey was frutile, and we are only men drifting aimlessly at sea. If it is still considered sea, here, so far from the vast, teeming waters. Long has it been since I have last cast these tired eyes over the sweeping waves of the unbreakable waters of the endless oceans; indeed, all that remains now is ice, endless ice. Perhaps there is nothing out here to be discovered, and all these long weeks shivering under the weak sun and scrounging for warm meals is merely a waste. Nevertheless, we continue pushing north in search of something, anything. I shall try my hardest to write to you often, dear sister, for I know you worry often, but I make no gurantees that this letter will not be my last.
With the greatest love from your brother,
Robert Walton
Julia Rugg
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To Mrs. Saville, England.
Somewhere in the Artic, July 20th, 17-
My dearest sister, how exciting this voyage has become! Early this morning I arose to a feeling of great resurgence and as I stepped into the cold air I knew something great was going to happen. And sooner than I exepected everything I hoped to discover came to be! I will attept to recount the majesty of nature as it was presented to me: a flash of light sparked across the horizon, revealing an incredible light show of all colors. When this was over a giant, white bear spoke to me! In his deep, rumbling voice he told me I had found the Great Magnet of the North! And then in another instant he was gone. I came straight down to write to you and record my findings. Oh dear sister, my legacy is now written! I must go, but will continue when more is learned.
R.W.
P.S. Well, it seems I was mistaken. After some uncomfortable conversations with my crew I have found my discovery to be in my own head. I may have had too much to drink last night in an attept to forget my stress and ended up imagining the great morning. I apologize for wasting your time with my fable, but I guess it is a good story. Man, I am really starting to hate it here. Hope to see you soon, your brother.
Jacob Schacht 6th
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To: Mrs. Saville, England
Sister,
My voyage continues forever into the cold atmosphere of the North Pole. Still no Santa Claus and members of the crew are beginning to become restless from the continual freezing temperatures awaking us every dismal, grey morning in this bone chilling cold. Icicles have formed larger around than the openings of the latrines, and they stare down at us from the highest parts of this magnificent ship. Their dagger ends threaten the tranquility of those moving about the deck. Our hands become ever colder requiring us to commonly huddle around the chimney of the kitchen stove for every bit of the quickly dispersing heat. It is here that our once stranger reveals to us his horrific experiences making up his narrative.
The stranger was in pursuit of the creature spotted on the ice many days ago, even though mere observation of the man’s expressions could reveal this to the observer. His stories frighten the crew even leaving mattresses moist. My surrounding voyagers have come to fear the beast like the kraken rumored to devour its victims into the ocean depths of the Caribbean. Many of the crew sleep with their pistols by their sides, and a discovered dress was immediately thrown overboard by several superstitious men. However, only our curiosity keeps us ever desiring to hear the remainder of my wise friend’s tale. I hope you still enjoy the stories in my almost daily letters as much as I do.
Your Sarcastic Brother,
R. Walton
Kirsten Grammer
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To: Ms. Saville, England
July 28 17-
My dear sister,
First, I must apologize for the lateness of this letter. There have been strange occurrences the last few days and I had not found time to write until thus. Since my letter describing the strange, but extremely intelligent and likeable Victor Frankenstein, we have been visited by many new guests. This does seem odd, does it not? In the cities- university even- I rarely come across those of as astute and sufficiently curious minds as of my own, but alas, now! On a voyage in the arctic, one of the most desolate, uninhabitable places on our earth, I meet not one, but FOUR more adventurous young minds and a strange dog with an uncanny ability to mimic the human tongues! I would be lying, dear Margaret, if I told you that I have not attempted, being of a curious and experimental nature, to converse with the animal with startling and amusing results.
The most curious fact of our new arrivals, calling themselves "Mystery Inc", is that while Frankenstein has never laid eyes on the travelers, they and Victor seem be in pursuit of the same creature. I was startled when Shaggy, a likeable but rather dim and timid fellow, asked Victor and myself if we had "like, seen a big, freaky green monster guy?" (If I may interject, here, that his dialect suggests to me that he is foreign, of course, and just a bit undereducated in the refined languages. However, I have discovered that he is a fine fellow and I greatly enjoy his company.) Upon recognizing our confusion, he turned to his companions and requested that they surrender their quest and exit the arctic, but the others persisted. I invited the adventurous bunch to travel with Victor, myself, and my crew, and that is where I leave you, thus.
"The Gang" has allowed me their friendship and, I am no longer a lonely soul. With Frankenstein and Mystery Inc. by my side, I will never feel alone again.
With love, your satiated brother,
R.W.
p.s. Scooby, the delightful Great Dane has verbally “requested” that I say hello, for him as well. Re-reading my last sentence, Margaret, I fear that maybe I am not in the best health, after all. But I promise that if you ever heard him, you would also swear that he speaks words for you and I. What a curious creature he is.
Kaley Kelly
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August 18th 17-
My dearest sister, Margaret, it has been long ways past since I've last notified you about my current standings of existence. The crew an i have witnessed the sight of a particular looking creature amongst the mist of the Artic lands. The next day we found a stranger stranded on some ice so we brought him aboard the ship in need of a rescue. The stranger spoke of a creature he was looking for and explained his whole story to me in great detail and in my own opinion i thought the man seemed to be extremely crazy and i thought he needed some serious medical attention. As he discussed his journey to me, I played along as if i knew what he was talking about because I had to appear more intelligent then him because I have to feel superior. The creature he spoke of was his own personal creation and he had this desirable passion to recreate a life which I thought was nuts and at that point I wanted him off the ship but I had to do the understandable thing and keep him there which i know you would've wanted me to do. He also spoke about how his creation was made of people and as soon as he said that i sprawled out in terror throughout my thoughts. I wish you were here to help me pass appropriate judgement on this man and experience the sights my eyes are experiencing right now.
love you with all my heart,
Robert Walton
Bruce Crane
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May 19 17-
In this first letter I have sent you I would like to let you know of how I have escaped capture by this strange people from who knows where wielding swords of light. Since I am British of course I was able to fight and defeat them, however then someone called the Doctor came and started using something called a sonic screwdriver and he took me away in a blue police box. I have seen many great sights and I have solved the reason of why we are living, it is to invent weapons of war and to kill each other.
Love you,
R.W.
Shannan Baker
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To: Ms. Saville, England
July 28 17-
My dear sister,
I have been staring at solid ice for the past three days. I am starting to grow a little impatient. I am hoping that the ice will melt and break apart soon so that we can continue on. I am anxious and excited to learn about the poles and discover knew information about magnetism.
I am still in need of a friend whom I can talk to, though. I am very lonely amongst all of the crew members. I am hoping that maybe I will come across someone as intelligent as me; however, the probability of that up in the arctic circle is very slim. So for now I write to you, to keep from going crazy. My hand is starting to freeze so I must write again later.
Your loving brother,
Robert Walton
Rachel Heib 3rd hour
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What it do sista?! I just wanted to update you on my latest findings. Things have been pretty crazy here.. I've been getting sick of my fellow sailors because they are really boring so I went on a little hike by myself. As I was walking, I spotted this giant polar bear, so I started to chase after it, but eventually, the bear started to blend in with the snow and everything went fuzzy. I forgot where I was for a second - the cold air tends to do that to you. Once I got my bearings, I continued on a little further and just when I was about to turn back, I saw this guy on the ice. I wasn't going to help him but then I figured that he might have something that I would want. Anyway, long story short, I helped him out of the ice and brought him back to the ship. Turns out he is a scientist, too! He's probably not as smart as me, but whatever anyone is better than those sailors at this point.
I'll talk to you again when I feel like it...
Rob.
August 21st, 17-.
ReplyDeleteAlmost the entire crew is dead.... A horrific monster climbed aboard the ship and killed most of the crew before Victor Frankenstein too it out with a shot from a pistol that he kept concealed.
I cannot help but feel that he is somehow responsible for the monster's attack, but at the same time, I owe him my life. I only hope that I live to send you this letter; however, I see the reality of our situation: we have little water, no food, and a torn sail.
Now, my only hope for survival is that we can sail back to Russia before I run out of sailors to eat....
Your ever-loving brother,
R. Walton
-Michael Gottschalk, Hour 6
Gabby Keb 3rd hour
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My dearest sister,
I write to you with great excitement. I have made a miraculous discovery today. We have found Santa Claus in the arctic. He was out side a small hut. He had an belly with rosy cheeks. Oh the stories he told Margaret. What fun they were. He told us stories of flying and sneaking around houses with children. He was sitting outside a small shack when we found him tending to his 9 reindeer. They all looked they same to me but he knew each of their names. They were very well trained however one of them seemed to have a on his nose for it was bright red. Santa Claus was a very generous man. He shared with us his supply of cookies. Ill be sure to bring some home to you.
All my love, RW
Breanna Novak
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August 20th, 17-
My dear dear dear sister,
It's kinda been awhile, sorry! Just wanted to let you know I'm still kicking! Yeah, I've been really busy lately and what not with my new bro, Frank. We go ice fishing when we can and chase after polar bears because we can. My crew is just of bunch of worthless, inferior guys, that can't even compare to Frank and me. I'm still on a crazy search for magnetism, but Frank has really opened my eyes to taking life one day at a time and really just getting out there and living.
Sometimes, I feel that Frank is kind of losing it every now and then, but then he bounces back and we go for another round of ice racing. It really is quite the life up here now, I'll try to stay and rep the North side for awhile then, I might bounce down and catch up with all you southerners.
Best Wishes Sis,
R. Walton
Olivia Goethe
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August 4th. 17-
To my sister,
I'm afraid that I have some dreaful news. This morning one of our crew members spotted a small piece of ice cracking under the weight of a solemn polar bear. This indeed confirms our suspicions that the planet's warming is negatively impacting the lives of these creatures. We allowed the fellow to climb aboard our boat, where he told us sad stories of melting glaciers and rising water. He fears that his kind will soon be extinct if nothing is done about the increased CO2 emissions from our respiration. His proposed solution is to stop breathing.
Farewell, Sister, and intake air with greater concern, RW
Sarah Zabavski
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My dearest sister,
I am sorry about the delay, most of my time has been spent with the stranger, Dr.Frankenstein. I also am not quite sure where we are right now, we are that deep into the arctic. I desire to know where we are but I also enjoy always wondering where we are it makes the journey even He seems as though he means well but he is a little off his rocker. He is constantly talking about this monster that he created. For some reason that doesn’t sit well with me. Most of the crew has already gone crazy and I don’t want every companion I have to go completely mad.
While the arctic is very cold I fully enjoy the majestic beauty of everything. I constantly find myself just sitting on the deck trying to take the scenery in. Although the sites are beautiful I do miss having someone that I very close with around. I will attempt a friendship with Frankenstein, as we are both scientists and we are both trying to find something. I will try and write to you more often. I feel that you should be privileged enough to know what I am doing while I am on this excursion. Well I must be off I will write as soon as I can.
Your beloved brother
R.W.
Annisa Karaca
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September 10, 17-
My dear sister Margaret,
I am writing to update you on my new acquaintance, Frankenstein. Although at first I was immensely grateful for his company, his presence is proving to be detrimental to my voyage. He is constantly trying to convince me to abandon my exploration of the arctic and return home. He also seems to not be perfectly well in the head, to be quite honest. However, his vast knowledge has proven to come in handy when one of the crew mates fell ill of some mysterious disease not too long ago.
Overall, the trip has been rather uneventful. Thankfully, we have not met any danger on the high seas. Many members of the crew are becoming restless, however. To pass the time, Frankenstein told his tale to the crew and there is an atmosphere of excitement mixed with anxiety as we are all on the look out for the alleged creature. Although I do not believe Frankenstein to be a liar, his story seems impossible and, as I mentioned earlier, he seems to have some mental issues. True or not, his tale has caused us all to look out at the endless, bleak landscape in hopes to see the monster.
I hope you are doing well and will write to you with any updates as soon as I can.
Your loving brother,
R.W.
Abby Harrop
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30 August 17-
My dearest sister Margaret,
Sorry for the late replies. I have been ever so busy. Recapping on my past letters, longing for a friend- well, I think I may be starting to find one. Remember the stranger I was telling you about? Well, I am getting a long with him quite well. He understands me and respects what I have to say.
He also has a lot to say and offer. My crew are ever so fascinated in him, but he only truly speaks to me, so it makes me feel this could be start of a friendship.
As for the members of my crew, they are all still living a routined life with little knowledge to talk about. I attempted again the other day to create conversation, but it was just hard, and doesn't seem worth the effort. I will continue to hopefully develop my friendship with Frankenstein, at least while we're on this journey.
You are all always in my thoughts, send my love.
R.W
Luke Srodulski
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Hey Sis,
I'm getting a little sick of these shenanigans, so I'm just going to write like a normal person. Well, we're in a little bit of a bind here. We were really overfeeding this Frankenstein fellow, and considering we're in the Arctic, it's kind of difficult to stay stocked up on food. Not only that, but I didn't realize that my crew members are too brain-dead to know how to do anything without my orders, so basically, while I've been sitting around listening to Franky's rambling story, we haven't made any progress toward the North Pole. In fact, the wind has actually moved us back several hundred meters. It's also getting very cold, so I don't know how long we're going to last. By the way, if they find my body, please don't keep my heart in your desk for thirty years. I'll miss you.
-Robert
Maija Paldan
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September 21st, 17-
Dear Margaret,
Do you remember my want for a friend? I want it no more. Being with this Frankenstein fellow has made me remember why i was friendless in the first place. Do you recall me telling you of how he had a story that i had been wanting to hear? It had been a great mistake for me to agree to listen to it. It has been 3 days, and all i have heard are his wordy recollections of his childhood. If this continues much longer, i may ask that he publish an article in Time Magazine about, and i will just read and learn my lesson from it then. My new plan is to rid myself of all people, and sail into the arctic alone. I will never make the mistake of feeling lonely again. I only love you, my dear Margaret.
R. Walton
Rachel Mernagh
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December 12, 17-
Hey Sis!
So I’m still here in St Petersburg. Today I went to a little restaurant called Peter’s Pub because it claimed to have the best fish and chips in the world. But when I finally ate the fish and chip I realized that Peter is a dirty liar. His fish was chewy and his chips were as well. I am extremely depressed. This place has nothing on your true fish and chips, England style.
In my terrible state of sadness, I decided to eat my feelings. I don’t know why, but I found Peter’s disgusting fish and chips to be the only strangely comforting food because of their familiarity. So I ate pounds and pounds of Peter’s gross fish and to say the least, it was not a wise decision; I had to sleep in the bathroom (infer what you may). NEVER NEVER EVER WILL I AGAIN EAT PETER’S FISH. If you ever visit this psycho place, do not trust Peter.
That’s all. Hope you’re good. Love,
Your Bro.
Ashley Jordan
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Dear Margaret,
I apologize for making my previous letters so hard to read. Sometimes when I am alone on a boat with such...unintelligent company for such a long time I have to find a way to make myself feel sophisticated, so I decided to make things difficult for you. Sorry sis.
So, remember the Frankenstein guy I told you about? He's kind of a weirdo, which is sad. I hoped that we could be soulmates, or at least best friends, but it turns out he created some crazy monster out of people that he's looking for...and I'm just not sure I want that in my life. At the moment we're helping him look for it, but I think as soon as we find it I'm literally kicking him out of my boat regardless of what the crew says.
Other than all that, though, things have been unsurprisingly uneventful. If I don't get eaten or anything like that, I'll write to you again soon!
Love, your brother,
R.W.
Dear Margaret,
ReplyDeleteIt appears that my procrastination in this letter to you may have been misunderstood. You see, I have sent a letter before, however, something regarding a fault on my part in successfully getting letter in the mailbox is why the we have the situation we do today.
So, I beg your pardon due to the excitement I must share with you now regarding the my new friend. Though he has achieved a world of misery through his actions, all he has done is simply taught me this: whatever I do, I must account myself for in full and face whatever beauty or atrocity may occur. With that in mind, even as I've told you of his cautionary words of wisdom, I still face forth to the world as the beacon of light in a world still dark in our minds.
You light the darkest nights when I contemplate our reunion, my affectionate, loving sister, so I'm happy to say to you my happiest and darkest times all the same.
I look forward to your next letter, Marge!
Love,
Robert W.
emily mccarty
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sis,
sorry its taken so long! ive been tyring to bond with my new friend but things are just not working out. I want to look for magnets and he makes life from ugly dead people... we just dont mesh up well. Thats why it has taken me so long, for i have been crying at night instead of writing to you because my hopes of finding a BFF are now crushed. Yes, i wanted a friend before I met this crazy doctor... but I change my mind. The crew and i are voting tonight if we should push him off the boat...for my sanity.. i hope we do.
love ya, sis.
R.W.
My dearest sister Margaret,
ReplyDeleteI apologize that this letter is somewhat belated, but you must understand that I’ve been rather distracted as of late by something which I admit to never having experienced before... Sister, I believe that I have fallen in love. I know in past letters I have been adamantly complaining, or stressing my loneliness. Without a companion, this trip seemed to be taking longer than it really was - but there is one man, one of the sailors, whom I have grown closer to than any of the others. Older than myself, I think that you would love him.
He’s kind and generous, yet courageous and with a tendency to be hasty - he’s joked on a few occasions that I am perfect for him, to help keep him in check before he runs himself off of the boat in want of faster pursuit of something in the horizon. No, he is not as bright as me, that much is true, but that much is being, for once, overlooked by me. My heart leaps just thinking about him... His name is John Smith, and I grow excited thinking about introducing him to you. My days pass by quicker spent with him and oh crap I need to go to Madyson’s house so blah lalala gonna play zombies and nbdioavbiovfiuand the end.
Love, your bro
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Hey Sis!
What's been going on with you lately? I'm sorry I haven't written in a while but I've just been so busy. You remember that stranger I was telling you about? I was hoping that we could become close friends but things didn't work out so well. At first I was so happy to meet someone who shared my love for science but I've realized that this relationship isn't going to work out as well as I thought... This guy has been telling me some stuff about his past and how he created this monster out of dead people or something...frankly, I was really freaked out. I understand it was in the name of science but that's just too weird. And now he's trying to warn me about going too far with my experiments too...
And my friendship with the crew isn't going all that well either...I think it's because I'm obviously alot smarter than them.
But any ways, I have to go now and continue my journey. I'll write to you soon!
Love,
R.W.
Yo Waddup sista franddd!
ReplyDeleteI forgot to tell you that the ship is in really bad condition right now and were probably going to die. The arctic is really doing a number on the suspension system. Just the other day i felt the whole ship sink an inch, it was a beautiful feeling. I love sinking feeling of knowing my time is coming. I hope the stranger i met feels the same way too. Well i just thought id let you know what was going on. Ill write to you again as long as im not ten thousand feet under an iceberg. :)
PeAcE,
R.W.