Day 7 on the Ark
The smell made by the animals is atrocious. The decks are awash in faeces, and with only one small window, there’s very little ventilation. The swaying of the ark combined with the horrendous smell has given us all seasickness, and now we have to deal with the smell of vomit on top of it.
Due to the noise of the animals, the howling gale, and the incessant pounding of the rain, I haven’t slept in a week. I tried counting the sheep, but unfortunately, there are only two. I can see us all going crazy in here. I had my doubts about Ham’s sanity before we even came aboard.
