Captain’s log. Star date…I’m too cold to care.
I’ve been in this ice box called Upstate New York for two days now. After the first few hours, I managed to build a fire for warmth. But there is still no water.
I found a block of ice that had frozen a shoe to a pipe in the laundry room.
I had hoped that by ridding the ship of that ice, water would begin to flow. I was mistaken.
The crew’s morale has gone down with the inability to flush the toilet.
I have been trying to melt snow to dump down the contaminated commodes to make them flush.
It takes a strangely long time to melt snow next to a woodstove without melting the plastic buckets.
I have heard rumors of a professional coming to look at the pipes to find the issue. Perhaps the pump needs priming. Either way, we will need help from Starfleet Command before we can continue our mission.
We will press onward with our struggle to survive.