Oswin Log. Day six..well seven now. We found another camp. Remnants of people before us. Worrisome, a bit. I wonder what happened to them or if they just gave up...Well, time to carry on. In other news I encountered my first anomaly with our dear Captain Hook. Dreadfully handsome trouble. Me and captains? What would my mother say? [sighs] If the others are right, he might be more trouble than he's worth. You know what they say: keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer. With as much at stake, do we really need to tear each other apart by the seams?
[the sound of running water into a bath] [sighs in] Ohhhh Clara, the trouble you get yourself into. Sometimes it's like watching yourself on the telly steering into a mess wrapped up in a disaster. Now sitting here smelling like death bog in your post damsel situation. Leg hard as a rock. Smart. Brilliant. [long silence] [winces] What are you going to do you silly girl.... Ever get the feeling you're a bit of a bother? Bit off more than you can chew? I thought it wasn't possible, but maybe I was wrong. I can be wrong about things. Geniuses aren't perfect. I'm allowed. Hm..still. I don't think they deserve to shoulder my problems. Dean, nor the rest of them. I get myself out of pickles all the time, how hard could it be? [clears throat] Right. Week in review. Yetis, cliffs, boatman...., muppety bird king en route to death. Notes to self: cure sandy leg, wash the corpse soup from my hair, figure out..what the bloody hell happened to Alaska. [pause] Oh and that ass.
I repeat. that ass... . .. ... .. . [clears throat] I suppose it's one for three of good decisions. He's good. Reliable. [pauses] I think I've made a mistake. It's moments like this where I wish I had someone to set me straight. Someone just a call away. But I don't have that here do I. I just have myself and these people. Friends, but not family. Even if they are just friends they don't deserve it, not what I've done. Now I'm just waiting by the woods to it to emerge like a black stain. You know the feeling of getting stuck. Wanting to call out for help, but too stubborn to figure it out for one's self. it's like that. Wanting but not wanting. Guilty but assured. A problem I can fix, that I should fix if it threatens us. If he damages our integrity. ... Seeing him there. Seeing Hook in that cage. You have to wonder how far back they stopped looking at him being human. Being flawed. I want him to be forgivable, the world owes him that. But at the same time I fear this is just one of those things I'm not clever enough to understand and too stubborn to simply let go. [halves a laugh] Get it together, Oswald.
Day Fifteen...or is it day sixteen? On wretched waters. I hear the sirens singing, beautiful voices. They say they'd sire the most wretched of men into the waters to awe over their beauty and then eat them alive. Unfortunately, the most wretched among us remains firmly at the wheel. Sly and vindictive, I wonder how many lives he has left before this journey or one of us gets the best of him once and for all. [time break] You know, blasphemy isn't all that bad-If it's even so. A bit difficult to brush up on old Christian values. I was never too fond of dead religions. That unicorn. Far more clever than I ever expected...although I didn't know what to expect. It was one of those things you didn't think existed like santa or magic. [clears throat] This lake is cutting my nerves. Perhaps its the sirens. Perhaps its more than just...[voice trails off] How does one fix a problem when they have no clue where to start. I feel like I should know this, know a lot of things actually, but it's just slipped right out of reach. Like forgetting a word at the tip of your tongue.
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