Observations
To Whom It May Concern
There are humans poking around in my ship again, looking for answers. It isn’t as if they bothered to ask me, of course. Humans never ask the likes of me, even though we go everywhere and see everything. They wish to know how my ship sank? Who was killed? Who did it?
I was there. I still am, albeit a trifle less substantial than before. But all the rats deserted, of course, so there is no need for a good ratter like myself. Still, I have not deserted my duty. I patrol daily, examining the fish that have made my ship their new home, and inspecting the humans that come to visit.
If anyone does wish to interview me on what I know, you know where to find me.
I remain
Thomas
Ship’s Cat
(deceased)
