Briney Logs 1
13th March 2016
So I had to get a new journal. Stupid Betty threw the last one, the one I’ve been keeping since we left home, into the sea. I chucked her in to get it. Da grounded me for three weeks. As if she’d drown, she’s practically got gills! She can swim better than most of the adults back home, but no, just because she’s a tearful brat I have to do all her chores! Good thing is she’s too scared to tease me about it, she’ll think twice before she annoys me now.
Anyways, guess I’d better introduce myself, context and everything. I’m Kai Finnegan, I’m seventeen years old and I hate taking long walks on the beach. Seriously, I live on a rotten boat, when we make land there’s better things to do than spend my time at the seaside. And yeah, me and my family live on a boat now, a big yacht that was old before I was born, thanks to Mum. Long story. So just now it’s Mum and Da, me, and my little blisters Charlotte a