August 4th. I am all alone on my ship – and still the fog. I dared not go below. I dared not leave the helm. So here, all night, I stayed. And in the dimness of the night, I saw it. I saw him! God forgive me, but the mate was right to jump overboard! It was better to die like a sailor in the blue water. But I am captain and I must not leave my ship. I shall tie my hands to the wheel – when my strength begins to fail – and along with them, I shall tie that which it dare not touch – my crucifix! I am growing weaker, and the night is coming on. God and the Blessed Virgin help a poor, ignorant soul trying to do h