Captains log: stardate 18:05 14 something. The blockade proved effective. Food supplies are running low. As captain, I made the difficult choice of selecting the fatter crew members to be eatten first.
In retrospec; we are alive longer. I fear however that some of the more feral crew members - Minmatar descent of course - have seemed to develop a taste for human flesh.... that delicious, tender human flesh....
Day 57. I have chosen to make a sport of the meat selection. As I am the only one with a firearm on board I stay in my quarters, count to 60 and then hunt. With this method I ensure that only the most intelligent of the crew survive.
Day 99. As the crew avoids me now, I saw fit to pursue a hobby. With the bones of the fallen I have created a throne fashioned of skulls as well as a coffee table of femurs.
Day Unknown. Only one left. I shall see my cargo of Frozen Food to its destination no matter the cost