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
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