People Say You Can't Smell In Dreams.

If I didn't go to Madagascar, then how come it was so real? Real to the touch, even down to the smell. Surely I was there in some sort of spirit form. After a day recovery from my most horrific adventure, I see that the storm produced some sort of Dorothy effect as I almost drowned. Fortunately, I was already married to the man who helped save my life. Unfortunately, we lost Captain's ship, and were stranded on some beach off the coast of Deception Island. It still hurts to move, but now I can think through what took place, and plan the next course of action. I recover, we wait. Moby Dick was the start of all this, and now even more so am I determined to find him.