...diary entries written by a stowaway trapped alone aboard a massive late-1500s merchant ship stranded in a windless region of the Atlantic.

The narrator is a criminal; a grifter; a shapeshifter; brilliant but not wise; narcissistic but self-aware enough to be funny; trapped alone. 

The crew is gone.

The ship is stocked with enough provisions to survive for years.

The ocean is calm.

No wind.

No audience.

No friction.

The narrator's true enemy is not starvation.

It is stillness.