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Home.

I never thought I would be so glad to see it again. Although, in my absence the guild hall seems to have been misplaced. But, these things happen. At least I cannot be held responsible for it this time. Unlike that other time with the blood demons, that one I can take credit for.

Mistakes happen.

It feels so good to be back. There was too much mayhem and heartache upon that voyage. I wish my sister would come to terms with the fact that we shall never see our brother again. He is lost, and his soul rests in the sea along with mum and pa.

She was never one to deal with reality though.

I think I came to terms with these things long ago. And though she drives me mad, I play along with her escapades because they give her hope. But this was the last time.

It's really time for her to move on.

Enough about that though. I'm putting it behind me where it should have stayed all those years ago. I just know that it actually feels good to come home to smiling faces and open arms. My fear of anger at my abrupt disappearance flitted away on the wind as I heard my name called out and strong arms wrap around me, holding me close and his voice whispering in my ear to hush and that all is well.

The shock of finding those arms still open and waiting for me, words cannot begin to describe it.

I know there have been others since I left, but I will not hold that against him. All that really matters is the here and now. This long journey has taught me that. You cannot dwell in the past, hold on to things that happened long ago. You must learn to let those things go and hold tight to what really matters in the now. Happiness does not come from clinging to those things that cannot be changed. One can only grow old and bitter by doing that.

I don't want to grow old, bitter and alone.


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It always amazes me at how such a small amount of plat can buy so much fun. Grease a few palms and suddenly the pirate wench is bellowing and wallowing in misery.

It's the small things that keep me amused.

I do wonder how much more mischief I can get into before she catches me. She always was a little slow on the uptake. I think all that ale has pickled her brain. Or perhaps that hat of hers is cutting off the necessary bloodflow to keep her neurons from working properly. Either way, it is making this little journey a bit more bearable.

I now have a small bag of lemons, times will get more interesting.

*here sits a small sketch of a lemon with razor sharp teeth grinning most evilly*

With all this mischief though I cannot help but miss Jobe. I am pretty sure he would be enjoying this. I can't help but think back to our talks of travel and adventure and feel guilty that I could not bring him along on this journey. I can just picture him now lounging about on deck, napping in the sun like the big lazy cat that he is. Or sitting in the corner sharing his wine while we plot out some new way to drive my sister crazy.

It's times like these that I realize just how much I miss him.

Oh the stomping and curses. It gives me a little touch of joy while I am stuck on this floating rat trap. As long as I am forced to be here there shall be lemons. Glorious, glorious lemons.

There will come a time that at just the sight of one of these little yellow treasures she will scream. And for every scream my smile will widen just a fraction more.