"Sometimes… when it's quiet… I can still hear the monkeys.”

Captain's log, Guybrush Threepwood.
Lost at sea for days now. I have no crew or navigational equipment. No provisions except a half-eaten corndog, and unless I find water soon I'll surely be done for. Only the hope of finding my love Elaine keeps me going. My quest for the fabulous treasure of Big Whoop is what has left me in this sorry state. I thought it would bring me fame and glory. Instead it lead me into the glutches of my enemy, the Zombie Pirate LeChuck. I thwarted his evil plan to marry Elaine and he was after revenge.
I'm really thirsty now. If I could only find some fresh water, I'd might have the strength to sail on. But I know there's nothing but ocean for miles and miles. If I could reach land I might some food... fruit maybe, something to fight off the scurvy and help me get my strength back.
Oh! Why do I torture myself like this. I might as well wish for some chicken and a big mug of grog for all the good it'll do me. Oh, my sweet Elaine. Am I forced to starve on this ocean, without seeing your face just one more time, am I...