Second Voyage [Written]

[undertheanchor]

October 4, I Am Not Quite Sure The Year
Very Far From Home

I am now officially sixteen. (Thank you, Grandfather, for giving me my birthday. I think of you fondly and wonder how my Home for Little Wanderers is faring.) I had hoped to celebrate in the arms of my dear Jaimy, or at least with my beloved crew members of the Belle, but, alas, luck has

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[fireinherheart]

Other people can see it if you write anything in these, I think. And the Guv knows I'm a woman, trust me.

Oh, and Happy Birthday!

[undertheanchor]

Oh, Shaz, please tell me that is not true...

[fireinherheart]

...which part? That everyone can see this?

[undertheanchor]

Yes, exactly that part. I meant to write only to myself...

[fireinherheart]

You should probably get a regular journal, then. I'm sorry, Jacky.

[undertheanchor]

Are there normal books in this world? Ones that do not send their words outside of their own covers?

[fireinherheart]

There must be...in the shop somewhere. I wasn't looking, but these can't be the only books...

[undertheanchor]

[A heavy sigh.] It seems I am doomed to visit the shop again.

[fireinherheart]

I could go get you one as a present...even if it's not much of a surprise now.

[undertheanchor]

I would be surprised by which book you brought me...

[fireinherheart]

Well, in that case, I'll bring you a book. Where do you live?

[undertheanchor]

Building 3. The top floor. Room 40. ... Come through the front door, please.

[fireinherheart]

As opposed to where?

[undertheanchor]

Two weeks ago a man came through my window.

[fireinherheart]

What?! And you on the top floor? You're okay, though? Nothing happened?

[undertheanchor]

It was a very strange circumstance. He claimed he was there by accident.