SMS sent home with an interval of approximately 15 minutes:
We sit in a boat in the middle of the Gulf of Yobe, we cannot sail to the shore, we keep our course to Hawaii. The republic that we will create there, we will call Shevchenkoland.
“Two on a raft, the third will be eaten.”
Terribly speaking in Korean, the owner of the boat sailed and grabbed us to the shore. I will never see Hawaii :("