Feb 28, 2008 12:46
The last thing I remember, was crawling into bed with a most beautiful and dangerous woman, my dear Fran. The next minute I wake to find myself in the bowels of an uncleanly vessel. Minus one gorgeous woman. Hellfires. After our anniversary no less. Our pirating anniversary, mind you.
By the time we reached land, I was in shambles. Not only were my cuffs soiled, I overall looked a mighty wreck. Do you know how difficult it is to find a cleaner who knows how to properly look after lace AND leathers? Whoever has pulled this nasty prank will be recieving a swift boxing, I promise you that. A good bout of fisticuffs should sort them.
The only good thing that came out of the whole ordeal was this journal. It's an interesting idea, a book that can talk back. I've been reading the entire morning, and it seems like people have many an interesting thing to say.
Disturbingly, I have not heard a word out of my Viera companion. Though that is not uncommon, as she isn't quite the talkative type. If anyone has seen a tall, exquisite looking Viera with long white hair and a stern demeanour- Alert me, as it is most assuredly her.
Fran, if you're here, please write me-
And don't be embaressed, you're likely as bedraggled and confused as I.
Ω balthier