From a far and distant land.
((Okay, it's not really in Italian. But IC, it is. Because I don't know that much Italian.))
It’s so calm during the night here. I find myself steadily becoming mellow as the night rolls on, after a day of hard work and just dealing with my shipmates. Only been here for almost a month and a half, but they already know my name. Not my real name-for some reason I decided to hide it. "Emi" doesn’t really sound like something you’d call a pirate. I’ve adopted the nickname "Sal," derived from my surname. They seem to have taken to it, though, which makes me feel accepted.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I guess it’s because letters that will never be read feel like I’m losing something that I’ll never get back. At least this way, I can keep what I don’t decide to sacrifice.
I miss a lot of my friends back at school-but this is what I chose, and the ones that are important should understand that. I know Bill and Dot do. They had better, or I’ll keelhaul them when I find them. - I actually laughed at that. That’s lame. All the jokes on the ship are a bit rancid, though; but I know why. I should’ve expected it, really, and I think I’m getting used to it. Tossing Huck overboard was, apparently, a good idea. He’s still breathing, and I have some respect to cling to from my shipmates. Still, I would’ve preferred not to do it; don’t think he deserved it-at least not entirely.
We’ll be docking in a day, if everything goes according to plan. Captain’s pretty sure it will, and he seems like a reasonable person. The first mate’s a bit of a grouch-but he’s fair.
They aren’t pirates.
But they’ll do.
It’s so calm during the night here. I find myself steadily becoming mellow as the night rolls on, after a day of hard work and just dealing with my shipmates. Only been here for almost a month and a half, but they already know my name. Not my real name-for some reason I decided to hide it. "Emi" doesn’t really sound like something you’d call a pirate. I’ve adopted the nickname "Sal," derived from my surname. They seem to have taken to it, though, which makes me feel accepted.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I guess it’s because letters that will never be read feel like I’m losing something that I’ll never get back. At least this way, I can keep what I don’t decide to sacrifice.
I miss a lot of my friends back at school-but this is what I chose, and the ones that are important should understand that. I know Bill and Dot do. They had better, or I’ll keelhaul them when I find them. - I actually laughed at that. That’s lame. All the jokes on the ship are a bit rancid, though; but I know why. I should’ve expected it, really, and I think I’m getting used to it. Tossing Huck overboard was, apparently, a good idea. He’s still breathing, and I have some respect to cling to from my shipmates. Still, I would’ve preferred not to do it; don’t think he deserved it-at least not entirely.
We’ll be docking in a day, if everything goes according to plan. Captain’s pretty sure it will, and he seems like a reasonable person. The first mate’s a bit of a grouch-but he’s fair.
They aren’t pirates.
But they’ll do.