Quiet on the Western Front [Dear Diary]
"Do you think I LIKE sitting around here and doing nothing, Molly? Do you think that I'd rather be here in harbor instead of out there, blowing some Black out of the water? I've lost *friends* to that rot," Dinah near hisses, her gaze saying frigid. "Do some good? If I was here to do anything else the Lower City'd be on fire ten times over, not that anyone would notice. The last damn time I tried to do some good I got my ass thrown in a cell and beaten. The Admirals are less than forthcoming with information, right now. All I know is that things are going to come to soon. I can feel it in the air. These ghost ships they keep sighting... It's all part of it. And once we have a clue where to strike, we will. I will. No power out there that can stop me from going to that target. The Blackness has gone and pissed me the HELL off. It wants to eat this little world I've grown quite fond of and I'm not about to let that happen, even if I have to go down keeping it from doing so." Her eyes flash again, darkly.
-- Excerpt from a scene.
Things have been quiet. Too quiet.
The whaling 'war' with Rebma still rages on, and I've yet to hear back from any of those I've contacted in regards to the matter. Part of me wants to pull the fleet from Amber and deal with this in the old fashion, stain the waters red with the blood of those fish. But we are here. We have a purpose. The Commodores and women like Adelheyd will have to look out for Minos' interests within Minos while I do what I am here for.
More reports continue to trickle in. The Crimson Star has been sighted. Other ships. Ones I've taken myself. Ones that I've walked the decks of. It's...unsettling.
I miss the days of youth and recklessness that seem to have left me. The wind at my back and the salt in the air. I've been in harbor too long.
Still need to speak with Dad, and Gerard. Still need to figure out this getting married thing. Still need to get bloody dr....writing resorts to a squiggle, and a rumstain marks the page.
Gods, I love this man.
-- Excerpt from a scene.
Things have been quiet. Too quiet.
The whaling 'war' with Rebma still rages on, and I've yet to hear back from any of those I've contacted in regards to the matter. Part of me wants to pull the fleet from Amber and deal with this in the old fashion, stain the waters red with the blood of those fish. But we are here. We have a purpose. The Commodores and women like Adelheyd will have to look out for Minos' interests within Minos while I do what I am here for.
More reports continue to trickle in. The Crimson Star has been sighted. Other ships. Ones I've taken myself. Ones that I've walked the decks of. It's...unsettling.
I miss the days of youth and recklessness that seem to have left me. The wind at my back and the salt in the air. I've been in harbor too long.
Still need to speak with Dad, and Gerard. Still need to figure out this getting married thing. Still need to get bloody dr....writing resorts to a squiggle, and a rumstain marks the page.
Gods, I love this man.