A veritable feast appeared on deck last month, followed by that turkey, but that was harmless. The month before...[He shudders, and not just from the cold.] For more than a week, the sun didn't rise and all was choked with fog. Then, in that fog we began to see the shambling cursed ghosts of sailors long passed. My ship was spared their curse, but I've heard tell of others who found themselves changed into a monstrous form until the sun rose again.

[He shakes his head.]

It seems every month there's a new bit of madness for us to deal with.