On the ship.

Gregory the Hairy asked me to take Olaf's position as the official ship's blogger.

So I accepted.

George the Yellow and Phil the Conceited got into a fight today.

Phil yelled, "All you do is think of yourself, George!"

George responded, "Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-what?"

"Yeah, you think you're brave and tough and mean!"

"N-n-no I don't!"

"And everybody hates you!"

"No, I don't," Erik the Noisy said.

"Me neither," Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe said.

"I think you think George is you," I said.

Phil realized his mistake, but, true to character, refused to admit he was wrong.

"I mean, his name even suggests of stuck-up stubbornness," Phil said.

"His name is 'Yellow.' That means a frightened coward. Your name is Conceited. That means being full of stuck-up stubbornness," Soren said.

Phil then smashed the boat with his headrest in anger, then told Gregory that it wasn't his fault, but ours.

I don't like building new ships with only two other people helping.

Darn that Phil.

My name is Omar the Bold, and I'm starting to hate Phil the Conceited, and I hate the late Olaf the Bald.