The Journal of Enzo Sagaris
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Re: The Journal of Enzo Sagaris
The storm is easing but now we can see clearly. There are two ships. They are close and closing on us. We make ready for a fight still unsure of their intention.
Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It’s harsh and cruel. That’s why there’s us... We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be.
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Re: The Journal of Enzo Sagaris
What an amazing turn of events. What a change of mood. We have triumphed against our attackers, avoiding serious casualty by narrow margin. Our victory has joined us together. The fortune of life plucked from the jaws of death has been spent now on joyous celebration.
I will save the harrowing tale for fireside and tavern song so that I may focus on these happy days.
It is hard to find the any of their prior coldness in these smiling faces that invite me into conversations. The captain, as if to highlight his point, makes sure to cast me a grin when someone refers to me as "Our mage". He did predict this after all.
Each night since the attack I have been welcomed into the small group of men I can now call my friends. We convene on the deck and trade tales, song and drink. A more sincere and reflective sort of song then the ones they sing in daylight. Those songs are light hearted jabs at the "damn tough life full of toil and strife" and such that no one actually believes. At night things grow more heartfelt. Each man contributes something personal that speaks to his character. There is no need for a rousing epic but a tale of remembrance or family suits the mood well. It binds us as a crew. Each man wears a smile and we retire a short while before sunrise to get what sleep we will need to make the next day's push.
Which reminds me. We should be nearing land soon. I am told we might see it on the horizon as soon as tomorrow. I am beside myself with excitement for this next phase of our adventure.
I will save the harrowing tale for fireside and tavern song so that I may focus on these happy days.
It is hard to find the any of their prior coldness in these smiling faces that invite me into conversations. The captain, as if to highlight his point, makes sure to cast me a grin when someone refers to me as "Our mage". He did predict this after all.
Each night since the attack I have been welcomed into the small group of men I can now call my friends. We convene on the deck and trade tales, song and drink. A more sincere and reflective sort of song then the ones they sing in daylight. Those songs are light hearted jabs at the "damn tough life full of toil and strife" and such that no one actually believes. At night things grow more heartfelt. Each man contributes something personal that speaks to his character. There is no need for a rousing epic but a tale of remembrance or family suits the mood well. It binds us as a crew. Each man wears a smile and we retire a short while before sunrise to get what sleep we will need to make the next day's push.
Which reminds me. We should be nearing land soon. I am told we might see it on the horizon as soon as tomorrow. I am beside myself with excitement for this next phase of our adventure.
Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It’s harsh and cruel. That’s why there’s us... We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be.