Captain's logbook. Breeze. Night of 7 November 2011.

It was a dark and stormy oh nevermind.

We found a way. Serious. We are finding a way and have charted a course for home! The crew's relief is palpable. I swear. Once loose of the rocks that would have wrecked us to smithering jellyfish, we find ourselves blessed with a magic grace, a couple of grand notions and a new direction: we have turned toward the southern stars. We have stopped waiting for time to be on our side and have instead invited the navigator of that strange energy that marks our passage to below-decks for a good conversation.

The world is going to help make the great \ARK/ work.

That's all for now ... now, no more than whispers and innuendo ... for we must still pass through the cliff-hanging straits ... where narrowing gorges, unknown and rough seas may still await us.

Meantime, the cook is cooking with some serious jalapenos we picked on the shores of Great Drama Island. There is something to be said for being marooned.

Ah yes. The Troyevillites are shining on the Durbanites tonight. Ms Olive Branch needed smelling salts as she was overcome by the sight also of the new map we are using to keep our spirits up - here:

Should you wish to read further on this great reference you will find it's source and interesting texts at this mark http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Orlando-Ferguson-flat-earth-map.jpg

It is further detailed that the image pasted in the top of this log is of a double ended vinaigrette bottle: one end for smelling salts and one end for perfume. The photograph of the device was taken by Simon Speed in 2010 and given to the world via Wiki Commons  because he felt like it as far as we know.