Log 4

The journey was as long and difficult as I had expected it to be, although the danger began to escalate as we arrived closer to the Inner station where I was told that Kurtz would be. There is a diverse crew of both savages and white men. The danger that I speak of began during an incident when the ship was attacked, assumingly by natives given the primitive nature of their weaponry, though it was very hard to see through the fog.

 I found it noble that the natives and cannibals acted far more bravely than the white men on board, the savage steerman of the ship even having his life taken at my feet to protect it. The assault did not cease until I thought to startle our attackers with the loud and piercing sound of the ship's whistle. After this incident, my thoughts were not towards the assault itself, but the thought that our attackers could have taken away my opportunity to meet Kurtz after traveling all this way for the opportunity! I have yet to determine the rationality of this, but the very thought coupled with the noble loss of my savage crewman led me to remove my footwear (since stained with his blood) and toss it the way of the ocean.

As we finally approach shore, the ship is waved over by a Russian man who appears that he hasn't seen civilization in far too long for his own health. He speaks nothing short of nonsense in between tidbits of helpful information about surviving in the area amongst the native savages. He seems just as enthralled with Kurtz as the men in the other stations, if not moreso. Strangely enough, he seems enamoured with the man, though tells me to take him back to civilization as soon as possible. I wonder if the condition of his health is deteriorating?

As I speak with the Russian man, we are as quickly as ever in the midst of another possible attack by the natives. This is when the man whose existence is the purpose of my journey reveals himself to speak and allow our passage, Kurtz. We escort the tall, thin (and physically unimpressive) looking man onboard the ship and make note of the adorned native woman gazing at the ship from onshore.

I hear a confrontation from the manager's cabin, I should probably investigate.