The Fisherman's Diary
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| The Fisherman's Diary | |
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| Author | J.P. Fisherman |
| Country | USA |
| Language | English |
| Genre | Drama, Adventure |
| Published | September 26, 2014 |
| Media type | Paperback |
The Fisherman's Diary is a paperback book that was released on September 26, 2014. It was copied, word by word, from J.P. Fisherman's diary he wrote in on his trip to a scary place called Cave Fornifa. His trip lasted longer than expected, however, and lasted a total of 14 days before he got back.
Story[edit]
Day I[edit]
Entry I[edit]
Dear Diary, I am almost off for Cave Fornifa. According to my map and my calculations, the trip is about 2 days to get there, and 2 days back, and since I might be traveling around in there for one day, I should be back home on Saturday.
I could tell my kids would miss me. I really could. They'd hug my legs and cry and cry and cry. I had hired a babysitter named Jone on Ice to take care of them. I have to admit, I was also going to miss them just the same, but I knew my discovery could make us a fortune and really upgrade our home and our poor lives.
Entry II[edit]
Dear Diary,
5 minutes to take-off. Or, I guess, just...uhhh...I wish I wasn't writing in pen. I will be setting off in 5 minutes for Fornifa. Jone is feeding the kids. I hope for my leaking life that they will be okay and that they're not buried by the time I come back.
See, there's not exactly a bunch of good babysitters to find around my town. My town is sorta hidden on some iceberg far away from Antarctica. So there's not that many to find for any job. If you want a cook, you got a good one, if you want a barber, you got a leaking terrible one. Excuse my language, diary.
Entry III[edit]
Dear Diary,
I just gave my kids my final hugs and kisses before I set off. The boat is ready. I have my fishing pole so I can get food, and all around me will be my resource for water.
It's time. It's now or never.
And I'm off.
The last thing I heard from one of my kids before their voices faded away was: "Do you ever think it is weird he writes in a diary?"
I'm now super embarrassed, but why should I care?
