Dear Gideon - This Week's Been One Hell of a Month
Written in a dark blue, pocket-sized, leatherbound notebook with an embossed dragon on the cover. It was found in a sharkskin pouch. The text has been written in more than one alphabet and has been heavily encrypted.
Dear Gideon,
This week has been one long flight and crash after another. It ended up pretty well, though.
I've already gone on at length about the start of the week. Oh, wait. Those pages aren't in there anymore, are they? Wonder how that happened. Shut up.
But Dinah agreed to marry me. That turned this from the worst week of my life into the best one. That ring I bought a while back is now on her hand instead of in my pocket. How did I know what size to buy? I hear you ask. Or I would if you weren't dead. Well, if I was a Feldane I guess I could--
Anyway. If you're really careful, you can use a navigational compass like calipers and put it on someone's finger while she's sleeping. Then you lock in the setting and take it to the jeweler.
Shut up. It worked.
Dulcy knows. Caine knows. That still leaves a few people to inform. I don't suppose you could tell Dad, could you? No? All right.
Also, I've been asked to sail to pretty much every place I've ever heard of. At the same time. By a hundred different people. At least I'll have some decent company on a few of those trips.
Dear Gideon,
This week has been one long flight and crash after another. It ended up pretty well, though.
I've already gone on at length about the start of the week. Oh, wait. Those pages aren't in there anymore, are they? Wonder how that happened. Shut up.
But Dinah agreed to marry me. That turned this from the worst week of my life into the best one. That ring I bought a while back is now on her hand instead of in my pocket. How did I know what size to buy? I hear you ask. Or I would if you weren't dead. Well, if I was a Feldane I guess I could--
Anyway. If you're really careful, you can use a navigational compass like calipers and put it on someone's finger while she's sleeping. Then you lock in the setting and take it to the jeweler.
Shut up. It worked.
Dulcy knows. Caine knows. That still leaves a few people to inform. I don't suppose you could tell Dad, could you? No? All right.
Also, I've been asked to sail to pretty much every place I've ever heard of. At the same time. By a hundred different people. At least I'll have some decent company on a few of those trips.