July 16th, 1947

  My back is killing me! Nothing but lifting and hauling since we made it to LaMirada Fla.  It seemed to take forever to get those huge crates from the trucks on to the S.S. Parihaka.

  We had to be very careful with them, not only because Dr. Prometheus demands it, but we are all scared schlackless, by what might be in those things. Strange noises, like I've never heard in all my born days are coming from those crates, and I don't know, that one slight bump on them might blow up the whole world!

  Well, they seem to be safe and secure now, and I'm all settled in, in my cabin, on the ship.

  I say my cabin, but I'm sharing it with some other guys. Staying in the cabin are Champ, my old pal Commanche Stone, (Who was waiting for us in Fla.) Muggy, who is talking less than Champ these days, and Tully Garvin.

  Jeez, I'm glad good ol Commanch is here, otherwise I'd feel like I was in a home for the mute!

  Tully, probably would have gotten his own cabin, but it seems like Durant has got it out for him, even though they used to be such good pals.

  Durant! Jeez Louse! He is meaner then ever!

   I was taking a break on the pier, in between the loading and what not, just having a smoke, and telling Commanch about what happened in Boneport. When I got to the part about the Grey Fog, and her team of lady, (and one guy) crimebusters, Durant blew a cork!

  He popped me a good one on the side of my noggin, grabbed my jacket collar, and said through clenched teeth, "Those were Men I tell ya! Men! If I ever hear ya say they were dames again, you'll be ridding the underside of this boat, and I'll nail ya there my self!!!".

  As ol Killer Kai was so found of saying Sheesh!

  Thinking about Boneport, just got me to thinking, I wonder what happened to that nice dame Katya. The last time I saw her, was when she lead me to the toilet. I hope she wasn't nabbed by the Grey Fog and Co. like a lot of my pals were that night. Even if she wasn't, her underworld, meeting place, rental business is most likely ruined now, seeing as how the Gray Fog, knows about it.

  I got to meet the Captain, Enzo Finn. He's an interesting, grizzled old geezer, with a lot of interesting stories about legends and stuff, about the Pacific ocean.

  We also met the woman who is going to be our guide, once we get to Farou. Her name is Nesta Reynolds, and she has been all up and down, and every where in that area we are headed to. She's been riding the Pacific waves, since she was a tike.

  She's a real looker too! Hubba Hubba!. (Not that I would even think of being untrue to Meg, but a guy can look, cant he?)

  Well, Commanch, wants to have a beer, and catch up on old times, so I'll write more later.