Dear Journal:
Yesterday Rip and I set out from Port Babbage. We’re on the hunt, I suppose you could say, for who else but the one and only Nareth. Perhaps a half a fortnight ago a ship stopped in Iron Bay for a quick repair and regaled a tale of a vampire recently seen across the sea. We, of course, pressed the gentleman for more information but he had no more than rumors passed so far we were not sure what to trust. Regardless, we could not pass up the chance at finding Nareth yet again so we could be certain and stop her reign of madness for good. So, on this tiny bit of information, we're heading on our way to
I’m relaxing on the upper deck as I write, enjoying the sunshine and sea breeze. I am sure the novelty will wear off soon and I will be on my knees praying for dry land, but for the moment I hope to stay in this calm. It has been quite some time since we’ve had a peaceful moment such as this, even as we sail towards a possible battle. All at the same time I regret, and am glad I do not have journals from the past. There has been so much pain, shame, violence, and yet there have been bright moments of happiness that I do not wish to forget.
~ Orchid
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