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Captain's Log: Day 130 Crew Members left surviving: Henry and I, if you include that cursed elk Carl then there are three us left...

Today was a long day, even longer than when we first started. Our cursed guide, Carl, is nothing but an elk that does nothing but eat and sit. Henry had stopped speaking, except when he saw something that is beyond his comprehension he continuously will not stop saying "what the hell?" I won't blame him since I feel like saying the same thing but I am the captain after all and I do have to maintain my composure. I have tried talking to that damn elk but all it does is stare at me, I know it can't talk but I thought that maybe it might calm down a bit but all it did was run around the deck until it grew tired and started to sleep. I guess that should be a good thing since I really felt like slitting its throat and using it as our other source of food, but that would ruined our contract with Barton and the demi-god. I better rest for the night, maybe I can get Henry to speak to me tonight. I really do hope that he starts to speak again I can't stand having to talk to myself and that damn elk.