My name is Pablo and I am a sailor.   My ship has been out to sea for fifty-two days. We have almost no food and no fresh water. I think I am getting a disease. My stomach is cramping and I have barely enough energy to do anything. My friend sleeps next to me, but he is dead. The smell is horrific. There are 40-50’ swells off our port side. It feels like we are going to tip over. A group of us are thinking of a mutiny. We have been away from home for about a year. We are totally discouraged. I miss my family, my bed, my cat “Bob”, and eating shepherd’s pie.