Tired of writers block: Day one of 30 day Challenge

I struggle to inspire myself on this blog. 

The blank word document is sooooooo not exciting. 

So I found a generic 30-day challenge to try just for fun. I'll leave it here for reference and if any of you like it feel free to try it too. 

Day one:

Select a book at random in the room.  Find a novel or short story, copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story

"As for the rest of us, well it is agreed that if any one of us ever escapes alive from this place, he will write the fact here, and loyally hide this manuscript with the Boss, our dear good chief, whose property it is, be he alive or dead."-  A Connecticut Yankee in King Auther's Court  by Mark Twain

 Do I believe this strange text to be "the fact" as the author so eloquently put it? I clicked the end of my pen in thought and scratch out some more notes on my entry log. The book had come in with the latest shipment of artifacts to be stored in the museum archives. I was inspecting them and logging travel damages and inconsistencies at nine at night because I had no life. I repackaged the delicate volume and removed my gloves. I would enter my findings in the computer and come back tomorrow to properly shelve them.

I tucked my pen in my pocket and clicked off the small lamp, retracing the steps in the dark. The soft clip of my practical shoes echoed in the empty catacombs of files, accompanied only by the gentle hum of the generators. I began the long climb up the cement steps to reach the parking garage entrance four floors up and I thought I heard the faint tones of a voice singing a sea shanty. When I paused I realized it was coming from behind me, back in the archives. As I looked, the open door seemed to get bigger, darker, and closer, until I was sure I could taste ocean spray and voice was bellowing his song above the crash of waves. The floor rocked and I slipped. I landed, not on the cement of the museum floor, but upon the wet wood that groaned as my hip and shoulder barked against it. 

"Looks like that book has found it's way out in the open again."

"No one ever reads the warnings!"

"It's not our fault Boss wanted it buried with him. Everyone knows the surest way to get unburied is to have something besides you buried with ya."

"This chap looks like a lady!"

"She is a lady thick head, haven't you ever seen a lady in trousers afore?"

A big hand hauled me to my feet as my eyes adjusted to the dark. "Welcome aboard the Yellow Jack yer ladyship, you'll get your sea legs yet. Believe me, you'll have plenty of time to practice." 

fin. 

I've only read the beginning of A Connecticut Yankee in King Auther's Court, but I thought that last line was brilliant. I used the idea from the book about being sent back in time and trapped there and what I recently learned about the Yellow Jack, a ghost ship that was said to be laden with treasure but because it's captain was so hated it was not allowed to dock anywhere. There is some speculation that it wasn't the captain that kept them out of port but that this ship was flying the flag the "Yellow Jack" which meant the crew was infected with some deadly disease. The crew is rumored to have gone mad and murdered each other and the ship is supposedly still out there manned by ghost sailors looking for somewhere to port. Source.

This was fun. We'll see what tomorrow brings.