All Is Lost

13th of July, 4:50 p.m.

I'm sorry.

I know that means little at this point.

But I am.

I tried.

I think you would all agree that I tried

to be true.

To be strong.

To be kind.

To love.

To be right.

But I wasn't.

And I know you knew this.

In each of your ways.

And I am sorry.

All is lost here.

Except for soul and body,

that is, what's left of them,

and a half day's ration.

It's inexcusable really, I know that now.

How it could have taken this long to admit that, I'm not sure,

but it did.

I fought till the end.

I'm not sure what that is worth,

but know that I did.

I have always hoped for more for you all.

I will miss you.

I'm sorry.

This is the Virginia Jean with an SOS call. Over.

This is the Virginia Jean with an SOS call. Over.

This is the Virginia Jean with an SOS call. Over.

This is the Virginia Jean with an SOS call. Over.

This...

Oh.