Admiral's shipboard log, May 30

May 31, 2009 01:24

Well, there she goes. The last one out of the nest finally built one of her own. Never thought it would be so soon, I always figured Bern for the type to keep her nose to the rudder-wheel for a good number of years until someone finally snuck up on her when she wasn't looking. Ahh, I guess Kyle technically did that, anyway, a lot sooner than I expected. But then, Bern wouldn't be an Egan if she didn't do something I didn't expect.

Don't tell the straw-headed peacock that I'm proud that he took our family name, though. If word got out that I wasn't going around busting his balls and grumping like a proper father-in-law ought to, it would ruin my reputation.

I wish Lydia could've seen it. Orange flower petals on the waves, the sun shining off Her Majesty and the happy couple alike...

By the wind and sea, Lydia, I miss you.

Enough of that, now! Once I get myself properly woken up, there's work to be done. Bern needs a transfer to a land-based position so she can take care of herself and the baby. The crew needs some work, too. I'll have to look into some freelance pirate-chasing, maybe. Going in and out of that channel would be rough on the Lino, though. Huh. I wonder.

Missed my chance to see Lady Kika off. Hope she comes back in one piece. That's one cargo I'd be happy to wave on into port without inspection!

bernadette, kyle, journal

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