'Mo's growing up

Didn't think I'd ever see the day....'Mo's getting married...proposed to a woman from Nautilus...Her name is Brigid Johnston, already took our Clan name and everything. She was one of the ones that we grew up with...man does that take me back...

The biggest city on Nautilus is the capital, Kraken, which also happens to be the biggest fishing port on the planet. Seeing as how most everyone there is a fisherman of some sort or is a business owner catering to the fisherman and most fishermen are out at see for days at a time that left packs and hordes of children behind. 'Mo, me, Brigid, and others all ran together back in the day. Never would have figured that the two of them would get together though. Hehe...wonder what old man Kestrahk has to say about all this, Mr. Kestrahk was my Da's first mate and Brigid's dad a giant of a man stading just under three meters tall and quite muscled from his years in an Amarrian mining camp. I learned at a very old age that the normal quiet and reserved man has a temper to match a supernova hidden within. 'Mo and me learned the hard way never to rouse old man Kestrahk's anger when a prank went wrong as children.

Bet he just about had a heart attack when he learned that his little girl was going to marry my "Scoundrel" of a brother, his words by the way. Then  again knowing Brigid and 'Mo like I do she is probably the one who convinced him to marry her. I can see it now, 'Mo quivering in his Ishukone made logistics dropsuit as Brigid came at him with a wrench commanding him to marry her or else.

She's a good woman, and an even better mechanic. 'Mo tells me that she went through the surgery to become a Clone Soldier like him....he's not sure what to think of it, and I have a mind to agree with him...still, she'll watch his back in combat, keep him safe. Weddings not for another few months so I have some time to prepare I guess.

Its good to have good news.

'Ne

R.I.P. Nautiquest

Today I lost my beloved Nautiquest, a Buzzard class Covert Ops ship. Its loss, and my subsequent podding has both made me sad and killed my main way of making ISK. I'm sad...

Nursing The Bottles

I made a run by Nautilus a week or two back, missed seeing my Da and a few others. Picked up a few cases of the Clan's homemade whiskey. Been through four or five bottles in the last 24 hours. The Nightmares are starting to come back...The Incursions...their memories still haunt me...between the Incursions that took my aunt and kill many of my Clan and the sorrow of these past few days I have been incapable of doing much else but drinking myself into a stupor and pushing the button that makes my mining laser turn on...perhaps tomorrow will be better...

Conflict, Kilgnt, and Booze

Heheh...jeez...that stuff  'Mo brews is nasty. Turns out he knew the old Brutor who owned the bar, grizzled ol' cuss let him bring in a case of the stuff special for our celebration. His band of merry mercenaries managed to snag them a piece of the new CONCORD approved planetary conquest earlier today. Have themselves a nice little district to call home now. Wonder how long they can keep it....

I should probably explain, see my father and his brother have always been very competitive and so they both named their firstborn son the same thing "Nemo" after one of my Clans more infamous ancestors. The reason was because of a drunken bet, they both put up a few thousand ISK and whichever son made the bigger mark on New Eden would get the pot. So my entire life has been shaped by a name that was chosen during a drunken bet based off of blind pride. That's my family everybody.

Anywho I was born first so everyone calls me Ne, he was second so he is 'Mo. I became a Capsuleer, he became an Immortal Soldier. And we work together now, much to our fathers chagrin. They always wanted us to be rivals and instead we are closer than brothers. And when I got the call from him that they had won the battle earlier I knew exactly what would happen. And it did.

We got completely wasted off of backcountry hooch that was probably made from various chemicals that are used in ship maintenance...he still won't tell me what he puts in that stuff. It'll just about corrode the skin right off of you, but damn does it get you drunk.

We had a grand old time drinking with some of his CO and a few of their men, went to a club afterwards that was blaring some of that industrial Minmatar music that was sung in the old Raata language, oddly enough it was quite appealing. 'Mo found him some Seibestor woman with more curves than sense and they just disappeared. Me on the other hand, I barely managed to stumble back to my ship before blacking out and damned if I don't have one hell of a hangover. 'Mo and his boys really know how to party.

'Ne

Entry One

Nemo's Log, entry one. Man that sounds corny or something "These are my personal logs and I'm awesome blah blah blah" or something like that anyway. Jeez, 'Mo is going to have a field day with our Clan when he finds out about these. Da will probably just shake his head and tell me I need some good salt air in my lungs when he finds out.

What is the date today? YC something or another...never was good with dates in all honesty, never needed them back on Nautilus. You could tell from the tides or the fish what the season was, which animals were spawning and which weren't. What time of year was best for what fish.

I miss Nautilus some days, the simplicity of it...

Wake up before dawn to do a once over of the ship, spend breakfast in the galley with the men laughing and talking. Most of the day spent in honest labor, unless of course we were hauling less that legal cargo for one of the Clan contacts. Halfway crawl back to my hammock after watching the sun set, exhausted; but in a good way...in an honest and clean way...

Its been a long time since I've been able to do that...go to sleep with ease and exhaustion. Flying ships taxes the mind and exhausts it...but it does not exhaust the soul nor the body as the work I used to do did.

Look at me, getting homesick where there is whiskey to drink and pirates to kill.

Till next time,

Ne' is out