WindySilver

"Want to log an entry? Now's the last time you should. This Big Guy is gonna go next." That was the first time Murphey said anything to me. At that time, I did not understand what he meant, so I just shook my head, confused, while he went into the tiny toilet. I was new on the ship and far from having responsibilities regarding the ship's logs, but Grandpa used to be whaler back in the day, so even I knew that you did not do anything with logs in the cramped toilet. Later that evening, when I went to take a poop, I learned what he had meant. ~~~ During the following days, I learned from both experience and other crew members' stories that Murphey, although jovial and confident when he did speak up, hardly spoke. The ship's captain, Wulfric, even said that he was surprised when he spoke to me on my very first day at sea with the crew. "One summer, we had a woman named Ivy in the crew, and Murph wouldn't talk to her at all for the first month." Wulfric chuckled into his coffee. "I

My (a good word) Liz, First of all, I am sorry for my unforgivably bad writing. You will know why it is that way soon. I pray that you stay in good condition. I, I'm afraid, am not. I told you about magic that could grant I what I look for: a right body, a right... status. You know what I imply. I found a magician who can do that kind of magic. I was too caught up in my joy of finding it that I got into a trap. This magician did not inform I about cost of his magic until I was... what I am now. This magic cost I a lot of my vocabulary. I cannot say or work with a... I cannot say it right. It is past D and prior to F. Doing this hurts I so much. I got what I wish but lost an important tool. I cannot say a drink I want if it's not akin to Chai. I'm sorry, my fantastic Tulip. My trip brought us a calamity I had not thought to occur. I'm coming back now, partly finally full and partly in parts again. Yours always, ...I cannot say who I am now, so call I... ...Dull P.S. I am sorry for moist