When Corlaskin first recorded this logbook, it was clear that he was still sane.
The words he wrote were very organized and clear.
"Silver Era 1471, December 25th.
Today happens to be the Saint Heir's holy descent day, but the sailors have no gifts, no candy, and no home.
It seems they also lack the Creator's mercy.
Ever since the 'Circus' entered the 'World Serpent's Celestial Current Belt,' we have been wandering in this perilous place for three full months.
Both our supplies and the crew's morale and health have reached their limits.
Thankfully, our reserves of rum with orange juice are still plentiful, preventing a massive loss of non-combatant personnel due to 'scurvy curse.'
I believe this disease, which even high sequence Transcendents cannot resist, must be a curse from the sea upon sailors!
After two consecutive months without setting foot on land, there's a significant chance of being cursed, which is truly terrifying. The sea is indeed not the home of mankind.
