We have been at sea for about a week now, and everypony seems to be tired of all the water that surrounds us. On top of that, my hooves are killing me, because Cortez has been working us non-stop, I don’t even know where we are going anymore, I think Cortez doesn’t ether, but either way we don’t have to worry about running out of food for a month due to the native ponies back in Cuba that gave us more than enough food for the trip, I don’t care about food, I don’t care about anything anymore, I don’t even know why I’m writing in this dumb journal any more.