Entry I;
[Along the margins there are various numbers. They seem to be a budget of some kind.]
[Along the margins there are various numbers. They seem to be a budget of some kind.]
- Here you are, my log book. Do you remember how we met? Some disagreeable old pirate had just about enough of you, or he was just frustrated he has to polish his own sword, and thrown you off the ship and nearly knocked me out. If he did it on purpose then he has really bad aim. It appeared you had been so damaged by the water all the ink had ran. I tore out all of the pages I couldn't salvage and ripped them up.
Aori seems to have picked up a job she can't speak of to me, her own sister! I want to say it must be something bad but then I remember she's always been like this. I ask her to at least leave me a note that she'll be gone for a while or.. something! Anything! But she always says she shouldn't have to leave a note for something obvious. She had a job, it didn't involve me, she got money. That's all that matters. Aori means well I'm sure.. we need it for food and shelter.. and I haven't exactly been helpful.. I should find some kind of work.
We headed out of Limsa Lominsa for a while. You know, to get away from the usual oddities like that one crotchety old pirate who insists Aori's hair is made from wharf rat fur, or that one Elezen who stares at me for too long and then eventually goes cross-eyed. It's creepy! We climbed a few rock faces and slid down grassy hills and through a cave to our favorite fishing spot. It's quiet, out of the way and the wonderful thing is.. I don't think anyone knows about it! We enjoyed the quiet time together, saw the rare moments where Aori could relax and laugh, and dueled with our fishing poles.
Good things don't last forever and so we returned to the city. Aori's gone out on yet another job she does not speak of and I'm left to wander the decks. Maybe it's time for tea and cakes down at the Bismarck.[/list:u]
