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The writing here is more shaky than previous entries , but still legible.
Uktar 30, 1359
Leave her Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her.
So, went and sold my soul, so to speak. Joined the Thayan Navy as a deckhand. Forgive me, friends, but there's little else I can do and the sea calls to me with a song as strong as a siren's. At least I can pretend I can sail home, even though I know that I'm bound to these waters and this land with chains stronger than what any mortal can forge.
There were celebrations for the Feast of the Moon today. I've never been one to celebrate them in the past. Everyone around me who had been lost either deserved what they got or just... didn't matter. Still I find that those who have been lost decided to make me at least remember them. Usually the bottle would shut them up amongst other things, but Dumah's been pushing me to put it aside. Seems that in the process of shutting them up I've been drinking myself to death, too. Perhaps I have been, but as I sober up all those ghosts are returning with a vengeance.
I could swear I saw Old Man Rankar on the docks of Bezantur today. He's been dead for well over a decade now, though. Tam, too, but I could smell his pipe as I went in to enlist. Right now, I can hear the bosun grousing to another deckhand and threatening to give him a sound beating if he didn't do the job right, and as I write this, the room sways and groans as if I were back in my cabin on the Cry. They're all dead and gone but they won't.... go. I wish they would.
Perhaps they would if I did remember them? Pay their dues? I don't know, but I know that they won't let me sleep. So... I will remember them, and I'll remember my lordling who's been dragged away. Seems Thay is little different than the sea in that regard. Maybe then I can get some sleep.
Uktar 30, 1359
Leave her Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her.
So, went and sold my soul, so to speak. Joined the Thayan Navy as a deckhand. Forgive me, friends, but there's little else I can do and the sea calls to me with a song as strong as a siren's. At least I can pretend I can sail home, even though I know that I'm bound to these waters and this land with chains stronger than what any mortal can forge.
There were celebrations for the Feast of the Moon today. I've never been one to celebrate them in the past. Everyone around me who had been lost either deserved what they got or just... didn't matter. Still I find that those who have been lost decided to make me at least remember them. Usually the bottle would shut them up amongst other things, but Dumah's been pushing me to put it aside. Seems that in the process of shutting them up I've been drinking myself to death, too. Perhaps I have been, but as I sober up all those ghosts are returning with a vengeance.
I could swear I saw Old Man Rankar on the docks of Bezantur today. He's been dead for well over a decade now, though. Tam, too, but I could smell his pipe as I went in to enlist. Right now, I can hear the bosun grousing to another deckhand and threatening to give him a sound beating if he didn't do the job right, and as I write this, the room sways and groans as if I were back in my cabin on the Cry. They're all dead and gone but they won't.... go. I wish they would.
Perhaps they would if I did remember them? Pay their dues? I don't know, but I know that they won't let me sleep. So... I will remember them, and I'll remember my lordling who's been dragged away. Seems Thay is little different than the sea in that regard. Maybe then I can get some sleep.