We're Back.

We're back from our most recent trip out to The Triangle. Before I give you those details, I need to describe the events of the night prior to our launch.

I had just finished a nice chat with Sylvia, when the phone rang. It was W.B. She wanted to know when John and I were taking off again. She said all the emails she had gotten coupled with some new books she'd been reading had made her curious. She asked if she could go with us. I told her I would be thrilled if she went along. It seems like a lifetime has past since she went sailing with me.

Feeling enthusiastic about the opportunity to have Kendra captive on the Serendipity, I returned to my desk and started writing an update to the blog. No sooner had I opened blogger when the power went out. I assumed it was a fuse, grabbed my flashlight, and went to check the box. On my way out of the house, I could sense something wasn't right. You know the feeling when you're waiting for someone to scare you? It's like going to a haunted house where you know there are live zombies and ghouls waiting to chase you, but you have yet to encounter one. I felt anxious, and my heart started to race. I remember thinking, "If John's pulling a Halloween prank, I'll make him think twice about pranking me again." That thought made me relax a bit, so I continued to the fuse box. The breaker had been flipped alright. I was sure John was behind it now. Who else would do something like that? When I returned to the house, however, the door was ajar. I distinctly remember closing it, because I checked to make sure I had the keys before I did. I heard footsteps running and the backdoor slam. I ran inside. Nothing seemed amiss. Everything was where I left it, or so I thought. Today I've realized some of my notes are missing. Who would have reason to break in and take my notes. Why?

As I said, we're back from our latest trip out. W.B. joined us, and we had a great time. Nothing new was gained, however, and I had hoped she could have at least heard the voices. Maybe she would see her father wasn't just an old kook chasing windmills.


Second Recording...

I'd like to thank everyone for the chat tonight. I hope Bryan contacts me again soon. I've sent this new recording to him as well as the other email requesting more of an explanation.



It's come to my attention, John is suceeding at well...being John. I appreciate all the help I'm getting. I'm not scared as easily as he is (yes scared, John). I've seen too much in my life to believe the world is black and white. Besides, I have to trust those responding have the best of intentions. All of my correspondences, for the most part, have been very kind and helpful. Now don't get me wrong, I won't take any improper advances towards my daughter. Any such advances will be met with a wrath never seen before in the history of man.

Other than the unfortunate young man he harrassed, John told me he was setting up a place for us to have a meeting and chat about our progress so far. I or John will let you know when it is complete.


Remarkable Response and Recordings

Wow! The last 24 hours has been beyond weird. I never dreamed I would get the response I have for the newsletters. I can hardly keep up with all the new emails from people wanting to help. What's so bizarre is the amount of people who visit my blog because of an abiguous website depicting my whereabouts. I have no idea who would be interested enough in my work to follow me so closely. The code and language on the site is an oddity as well. I guess it's just another mystery in the long line of mysteries that seem to befall me.

Speaking of mysteries. John was finally able to get the first recording uploaded. It seems he was a bit busy with a side project of his last night (If you ask me, I think he was catting about with a lady friend). I hope someone can decipher it, it's driving me crazy.


Nosey Neighbors and Newsletters...

Rita from next door stopped by again. That annoying hag told me my daughter has become emo. I'm not sure what that means, but Rita spoke as if it weren't a good thing. She said I should spend more time with her, or else I'm going to be sorry. What does she know about raising kids anyway. Just because her grandaughter is a complete bookworm (she's read every book in the Series of Unfortunate Events) doesn't make her an authority on raising children. I can't tell you how good it felt to see her fat ass finally walk out of that door.

I shouldn't be so angry. Rita's really a kind person. I'm just frustrated because I can't get
W. B. to reach out to me. I've tried, but she's so moody and...well, weird. She's not responding to my typical father diatribe, so I guess it's time for some different tactics. Maybe I'll try to stop by and see her Friday for her birthday. If I can't Friday, then Saturday for sure.

Today the weather was grand, but we'll have to wait until tomorrow to sail home. John's going to come with me for this trip. I let him listen to one of the recordings, and he suggested I write the newsletters. I thought he needed to hear the rest of them to have a better understanding since he's going to publish them. The area and recordings still puzzle me greatly. Perhaps someday I will find someone who can make sense of it.


Tanked Translation...

I've sent my audio recordings to various linguists, but they can't pinpoint the language. I understand that many such things have been discovered by common people with interest in puzzles, so if you're interested in listening to some of the recordings - please inform me of a way to share them with the public.