It is the year 1492, and I am on the high seas with my loyal crew, searching for the alternate water route to China. My crew and I hope against hope to beat the famed Christopher Columbus to this discovery. It has been weeks now on the water, and some of the men have become discouraged and disheartened. I can see fear in some of their eyes, and I can sense their longing for the smell …showed first 75 words of 523 total…

…showed last 75 words of 523 total…night, the stars are clearer then ever, and that further supports my suspicions. But how can it be we went so far? It was only 3 days that we lost our bearings, and now I see the constellation of the great Dragon before us, rather than the strong man. "Will we ever return to land?" I ask myself, "or will this frigid air be death's breath on the back of our necks?" Only time will tell...