A Sailor's Tale
Aug 14, 2015 23:29:38 GMT -8
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Post by Piet / Creampuff on Aug 14, 2015 23:29:38 GMT -8
Lost them, couldn't find my old pages. Damn it, I need to be more careful about these things. I do not wish for these pages to fall into unwanted hands. My never-ending stream of bad luck floats onwards, how should I not be surprised.
Perhaps it is because I am foolish and believe that someday it shall change, oh silly me. But, enough of wasting these pages with my whines, it is time to write.
Ship to land, land to ship. It's been busy to say the least, barely a moment. I find it hilarious that I am now a captain upon a ship, a tiny scrap like me ordering around men a good foot taller than myself? Hilarious. Took a bit of adjustment and a few lashing to get them into line, but I expected such. Even with my ever-fairing hair and skin, I am far from terrifying in appearance.
Alas, they learn.
I have traveled to Kiggery, and gods be damned... that place hasn't changed a dash. It is strange to be there, after all these years. I nearly wandered to where it all started, but refrained. My face is known there, or least my old one was, and I am a worried soul.
Life has also presented some curious paths for me, one which had left me sword-less and exposed like a child with their trousers down, backside present for all to see in it's pale splendor.
I was not too pleased about such matters, but the goddess did smile upon me... I believe.
For it landed me in an ensnarement which may prove beneficial after all, a woman who I dare say is more than an curiosity to myself. I will not lie and say she does indeed catch my eye, but it is not her appearance which appeals, but her way. It has been too long since I have met someone like her, and do hope that she will not be a stranger.
She has, seen elements of myself that I do not enjoy showing. For multiple reasons, but my hand is being forced in some ways to explain myself to her. For I am changing, drawing worse from my 'condition' and it's leaving me with limited options.
The dreams are getting more morose, and I am struggling to sleep for long periods of time. The gag has been least silencing me, I do not believe my neighbors know of what happens... though I have found myself not in my bed when I awaken some nights... I fear I may need to end up binding myself to the bed at this rate, or locating a place where someone can watch me... like I trust anyone enough for that.
It is not like I can simply wander into the infirmary and tell the closest healer what exactly is wrong with me. Let alone it would give them chance to study me, and that cannot, happen. I will not allow it to happen.
Urgh, matters are needing to attend to. I will write more later.
Perhaps it is because I am foolish and believe that someday it shall change, oh silly me. But, enough of wasting these pages with my whines, it is time to write.
Ship to land, land to ship. It's been busy to say the least, barely a moment. I find it hilarious that I am now a captain upon a ship, a tiny scrap like me ordering around men a good foot taller than myself? Hilarious. Took a bit of adjustment and a few lashing to get them into line, but I expected such. Even with my ever-fairing hair and skin, I am far from terrifying in appearance.
Alas, they learn.
I have traveled to Kiggery, and gods be damned... that place hasn't changed a dash. It is strange to be there, after all these years. I nearly wandered to where it all started, but refrained. My face is known there, or least my old one was, and I am a worried soul.
Life has also presented some curious paths for me, one which had left me sword-less and exposed like a child with their trousers down, backside present for all to see in it's pale splendor.
I was not too pleased about such matters, but the goddess did smile upon me... I believe.
For it landed me in an ensnarement which may prove beneficial after all, a woman who I dare say is more than an curiosity to myself. I will not lie and say she does indeed catch my eye, but it is not her appearance which appeals, but her way. It has been too long since I have met someone like her, and do hope that she will not be a stranger.
She has, seen elements of myself that I do not enjoy showing. For multiple reasons, but my hand is being forced in some ways to explain myself to her. For I am changing, drawing worse from my 'condition' and it's leaving me with limited options.
The dreams are getting more morose, and I am struggling to sleep for long periods of time. The gag has been least silencing me, I do not believe my neighbors know of what happens... though I have found myself not in my bed when I awaken some nights... I fear I may need to end up binding myself to the bed at this rate, or locating a place where someone can watch me... like I trust anyone enough for that.
It is not like I can simply wander into the infirmary and tell the closest healer what exactly is wrong with me. Let alone it would give them chance to study me, and that cannot, happen. I will not allow it to happen.
Urgh, matters are needing to attend to. I will write more later.