Document+from+Lunaria

Aaron Delcourt 1B
 * Shirva’s Journal**


 * 1st Day:** We are ready to set out. The ship is filled with supplies and the crew has said goodbye to there loved ones. We spent the day attempting to leave. It’s getting dark and we’ve all set camp outside of the ship for the night. If we can’t take off during the day it would be foolish to attempt it at night. We came closer each time and I’m confident that tomorrow we will finally succeed. It seems fitting that tonight we sleep under the stars, looking up at out destination. I only hope that soon we will be looking back down on Chimeria.

Once we had covered a significant distance, the air began to thin. We had determined that this might happen, which is why we sealed the ship below deck. Every mechanism that would control our movement was closed off, on an air tight deck. Seeing was the difficult part. We didn’t want to install a large window and run the risk of breaking it. So, we made two very small, thick glassed windows, with panels to seal them if they cracked. There is also a periscope, if both windows fail. Those who were responsible for landing the ship, above deck, would need a way to breath. An engineer had suggested a suit that would have thick glass panels, to see, and a large tank of air. Those who were responsible for landing the ship would stay on a small deck inside, so as not to run out of air on the long journey. The system has been flawless so far and all is going well. I don’t know how long it will be before we reach land, but by the looks of things it should take at least a couple of days.
 * 2nd Day:** We’ve done it! It took most of the morning, but we’re finally on our way. The take off was initially slow. It seemed like we would get some hight and gently lower back down, as we had so many times before. I am happy to say that was not the case.


 * 3rd Day:** It’s dark inside the ship. There are candles on the helm deck, but like the rest of the ship, we do not light them for fear of running out of oxygen. Some say we should have enough air. It is enormous, after all. However, most of us agree that we shouldn’t take such a risk until we know how long the trip will last.

Land was approaching quickly. When we were leaving Durainia, the ship had been pointed away from the ground. Now that we were in the direction of the moon, with the combined effect of gravity, we were moving at least twice as fast. If the “landing troupe,” as we called them, didn’t turn the sails, we would be meeting our destination much faster than I’d care to imagine. As I entered the helm deck, my feet lifted off the ground. The painful THUD of the ceiling came soon, followed by numerous other THUDS. This came paired with plenty of shouts and complaints. It was for just this reason that we build low ceilings throughout the construct. That and the fact that when the sails were turned, we would all fall back to the ground. Just as I was getting nervous that the landing troupe wouldn’t turn the sails in time, we all came crashing down harder than ever. Right now, we are taking a rest from unpacking the supplies. This land is clearly not Durainia, and we can’t be sure of how safe we are. A scouting party will be organized to search the area while others set camp. This is quite the day for each of us and it seems that we will get to look up at our homes tonight after all.
 * 5th Day:** I awoke to a commotion. It seemed like I had just fallen asleep when Kröm thought it would be a good time to shake me awake, saying, “Wake up, Shirva! Land is approaching!”