Sea waters are known to be unintentionally mischievous. Even in the hours up until the sun’s bubbling warmth over the alabaster curtains at sky’s head, it still presents an opportunity to do the devil’s work and misplace several objects, or individuals, by merely rocking and undulating a set of hips that no vessel or man has conquered even with steady hands and patient heart. In the constant toppling of the ship along her form, there are strewn articles around a cabin space, and what appears to be a familiar leather spine laying upright on a nightstand next to a hooka stem. If glanced over the musings seem to be concentrated, albeit retaining the previous hysteria and discord in prior in entries older than this.
“I think it is messing with me now, or I am just not in it altogether. These visions I mean, it is not even quite fair to me how cryptic they can be yet so familiar. The morning starts much easier today, I deserve it. Elle woke me up and without even saying a word she threw a book in my lap, it is ‘that book’ or at least parts of it. It is missing pages, burned in a few places, but this is script of the old Sorcs. It is delicate, I hate delicate. She never had to say it, I knew what she was getting at, even if she did leave the room with that welcoming swing of her hips. She is like a mother to me, a mother I would not mind making out with, but a mother all the same. Come on head, lets, steer away from screwing the captain and focus. We were on about the book, yes, the passages. Elle has come across some of these in her travels, remnants of the old ways she calls them. I am still very comfortable with Sorcery, but I am not as skilled as Elle is. I just, I come up with other ways to use it, stuff she thinks is interesting. I kind of envision these catastrophic ways to fuck stuff up, then I paint it in real life with darkness. It is amazing really, because it does not feel malicious it just feels… normal. Okay, I am rambling again, ugh, I am such a ditz sometimes. The book has some creepy stuff in it, it is like mistranslated words or some shit, and more importantly it is stronger level Sorcery. Elle more than likely wants to go into Calpheon with a bang – so it is up to me to make the blueprints and start the party. Looks like I will not have to get laid there for this to be exhilarating, it has been awhile since we used Sorcery for something other than keeping the crew in check. Shit, got to go. Elle is walking over my part of the deck again, writing in you later to keep up with my findings.”