Diary Entry - July 6th 1718                                                                 

Voyaging to Tairawhiti

Well, this is it. Were on a voyage, were looking for an island. I hope this goes very well … other than me vomiting of the edge of the waka. I feel a bit nauseous at the moment, oh no, it's happening already! BLAOPH! Sorry about that. Well the sail are set, the food is … yum, and I already feel sea sick. EVERYTHING IS READY! Well it's been a couple of hours. “Dad! I'm Bored!” I kept saying to my now annoyed father/chief. “Son, if your bored, go fishing.” said my chether. (chief + Father = Chether!) I got my fishing rod, and went fishing. Then a MASSIVE wave came with a big as snapper inside of the wave. “YAY! DAD! I CAUGHT A SNAPPER!” I said very very happily. Instead of  catching a fish, the wave ate me. (meaning it covered me in water.) when I look at my hands, my fishing rod is gone. “NOOOOOOOO” I say very very sad.