| Captain's Log |
[Feb. 11th, 2008|09:14 pm] |
Captain's Log: Year 7 of the Sun-brimmed, 3rd Moon-cycle, 25th day.
We dock at Kesh in the morning. I've been coasting us far from the Unity, keeping us in the clouds and hidden. We haven't come across anything dire, but there's a tension on my ship I can't break. Once our survivor is off and some information gotten, we'll progress from there.
Judas seems to be doing better. He's taking to the crew well. He knows that we're doing what needs to be done. Though honestly, I think it's the concept of dressing Dante back up in his fashionable rich clothing that keeps him in a cheery mood. Dante is tense. So is Athan. But nothing compares to Rolz.
I know he's very uncomfortable being back in Kesh territory.
He'll stay on the ship. He's good with that, but I can still feel the growing tension and anxiety. I'm not sure what he wants to do.
I think he doesn't either, which is the problem.
I don't want to loose such a good pirate.
I know I won't, really. But the risk is always there. Still, it's a risk we all know we have to take. He does it willingly, but his anxiety won't be eased. I can't ask it of him either.
I'm still not sure if the dock Strider mentioned all those years ago is still in service. I don't know if Halen would've found it by now, or not. But again, it's worth the risk. No matter what, if we are going to have some hope of finding Virgil's killers and stopping them from doing away with the whole of the Taeranae, we have to have help.
Even from a scary bastard like Halen.
Here's hoping he's the kind of man who still does what a Winged tells him to do.
I doubt it though. Even though I've never met him, I get the sensation that the man will do whatever he wants to do as long as he thinks it the right way. Admirable, but dangerous.
Best to get in and get out as quickly as possible. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2008|08:11 pm] |
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Why do men insist on arguing with me on my own ship?! ...I need my rum. Where the hell did I stash it?
....shouldn't've hidden it so well... |
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| Captain's Log |
[Jan. 11th, 2008|07:55 pm] |
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Captain's Log: Year 7 of the Sun-brimmed, 3rd Moon-cycle, 20th day.
It's storming outside.
I can't help but stare at the dark clouds for the first time with a bit of trepidation. I've lived in these clouds all my life. They have been my playground, my home, my freedom—even if I have no wings.
Perhaps Judas is right about me. I envy the Wingeds and their wings. I envy their ability to soar through the skies unhindered.
For the first time in my life now though, I look out into the dark tormented clouds and feel fear. Not because of the storm—hell, storms were one of the best things about soaring in the clouds. The crash of thunder in your ears, the icy rain on your flesh sending shivers down your spine, the lightning flashing next to you. I would never give it up.
But after talking with Strider the other day... I find myself looking into the clouds, searching for an enemy that the clouds are hiding from me. The wind, the clouds, the rain have always worked in my favor. They are a part of me and deep down, I know that they recognize that I'm a part of them. They have never turned on me and they never will.
Yet there is something out there. Something that's killing Wingeds. Something that is making the skies darker, the nights blacker, the sunsets redder. Something that shivers through the wind with its malicious intent.
I want to know what it is. That's why even though I can feel this fear in me, this fear of having this thing-whatever it is-come at me and take me down away from the skies, I won't let it stop me from soaring. I want to know what it is that it can make the very skies feel alien. The winds and clouds don't lie.
Whatever is out there lurking, they don't want it there anymore than we do.
-Captain Belladonna Sirens, the Aurora Borealis |
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| Checking the Log |
[Jan. 10th, 2008|08:49 pm] |
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Now, where the bloody hell did I put my extra vial of ink...?
.......... I really need to clean up this cabin. I wonder if anyone will notice me on the hammock tonight...? Ah! Found it. Now...
Where did the log go? |
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