Log Entry 11474 [The Angelica Part I]

We lost transmissions with The Angelica late last night. The storm interrupted our signals, her vessel swallowed by the waves. Captain Callaway issued an immediate return order for The Columbia and O'Bran. When he was about to call for support, Malarky, of course, fought against this, their yelling ringing throughout the hull. His reason being was to wait until the storm fully passed - we would lead more men to their deaths than saved if we were to call for immediate distress. By the next hour, things met a stand still as a dry agreement was struck: we will wait until the storm mulls over, no less than that.

As dinner arrived, the usual bustle of the cafeteria seemed to hold its breath. A stiff undercurrent ran through all of us. We were all thinking the same thing - how could we not? We were forced to bear the weight of our missing crew and any possibility that they may be dead was because of us. But we were bound by contract. We knew the dangers of the ocean, we signed up for it willingly. But the air remained heavy and oppressive as the hours ticked by.

And so we wait.