Maisu Log '26: The Mifune Bird, May 11
This bird was called mifune, and that bird over there was also called mifune. On board the Maisu, whenever a seabird swept past, someone was bound to yell, “Mifune!” What on earth was a mifune?
Maisu Log '26: Funeral Before Setting Sail, May 11
We all understood Wayne’s tears. We had given everything; we had failed, we had erred, we had endured, we had shared laughter, and we had encouraged, supported, and cared for one another. Most important of all, we were watched over by the spirits.
Maisu航記'26.5.11 啟航前的喪禮
我們都懂Wayne的淚。我們盡力了，我們失敗過，我們犯錯，我們忍耐，我們歡笑，我們互相鼓勵、互相支持、互相照顧。然後最重要的是，我們有靈的守護。
Maisu Log '26: Oh! The Southern Cross, May 8
The North Star is incredibly low now; I measure it with my hand and find it has already dropped below 11 degrees, hovering right around 10. That is less than half its altitude back home in Changbin.
Maisu Log '26: Hallucinations, May 5
I shake my head again and again, blinking hard to force the images away. I don’t want to see anything else. But God, I am tired. I am just so, so tired.
Maisu Log '26: Water-rationing, May 1
Each person on board is allotted a single 600 ml bottle of mineral water per day—our entire daily freshwater allowance. I always make sure to save a precious mouthful at the bottom.
