Dear Gideon - Aboard The Golden Apple
Written in a pocket-sized notebook found in a sharkskin pouch. The text has been written in more than one alphabet and has been encoded.
Dear Gideon,
Dinah's back where she belongs. No, I don't mean with me. Even I'm not that cocky. Well, actually, I guess I am but in this case I mean that she's back on The Golden Apple. That's Dinah's ship; she's deadly and tough and beautiful. The boat's nice, too.
I'm writing this from the Apple's Captain's quarters because all three ships (Dinah's, Peril's, and mine) are in serious need of repair and Taine's getting kind of grumbly about all the damage (like it's my fault, somehow). I'm not helping here, either, because Dinah says I need to sleep. After that fight (and getting struck by lightning) I'm too keyed up to [illegible scribble not consistent with code]
Woah. Dozed off, there.
So, yeah. Lightning. That sucked.
We're headed back to Amber in the morning and then I've got to catch up on all the boring parts of the business. Once that's done I've got some shopping to do for my new hobby: Bookbinding.
Shut up. Seriously, quit laughing, you're going to benefit from this. You'll be my first project. I'll put all these notes into a nice, shiny, new book. But with dragons or swords or something on it. Something manly. Shut up.
OK. Sleep now. More when we reach port.
OOC: See this post for the log of the thrilling, blob-filled, lightning-charged, Apple-retrieval scene!
Dear Gideon,
Dinah's back where she belongs. No, I don't mean with me. Even I'm not that cocky. Well, actually, I guess I am but in this case I mean that she's back on The Golden Apple. That's Dinah's ship; she's deadly and tough and beautiful. The boat's nice, too.
I'm writing this from the Apple's Captain's quarters because all three ships (Dinah's, Peril's, and mine) are in serious need of repair and Taine's getting kind of grumbly about all the damage (like it's my fault, somehow). I'm not helping here, either, because Dinah says I need to sleep. After that fight (and getting struck by lightning) I'm too keyed up to [illegible scribble not consistent with code]
Woah. Dozed off, there.
So, yeah. Lightning. That sucked.
We're headed back to Amber in the morning and then I've got to catch up on all the boring parts of the business. Once that's done I've got some shopping to do for my new hobby: Bookbinding.
Shut up. Seriously, quit laughing, you're going to benefit from this. You'll be my first project. I'll put all these notes into a nice, shiny, new book. But with dragons or swords or something on it. Something manly. Shut up.
OK. Sleep now. More when we reach port.
OOC: See this post for the log of the thrilling, blob-filled, lightning-charged, Apple-retrieval scene!