My son and my daughter.
I’m the luckiest man in the world right now.
My children are coming…
She better live, or there will be hell to pay.
After all is said and done, I think they’re all right. I think it’s time to think about my future, my wife, and my children. No more women. No more dangerous voyages (unless necessary). It’s time to fall in love with my family.
So much going through my mind. I hate this. I yearn for the simpler days, where I would just sail and enjoy the sea. Instead, I have her brother watching my every word and move, his friends judging me without truly knowing me, and all I want is for everyone to just leave us alone.
But I won’t tell them to leave. If my beloved needs them here, so be it. If they want to bother to get to know me, I’m right here. Otherwise, fuck them all.
It’s rare when elves have two children at the same time, but it does happen. This rarity can endanger the life of the mother as well as the children. I pray to the spirits that my wife remains safe and that my children get the chance to experience life.
What else would I have to live for if they’re all gone?
This was home. I miss traveling. I miss the caravan. I miss my family.
Feel free to ask the Captain anything. It will be between you and him. If you say anything to others, he’ll deny it
They’re camping outside my hut. Wonderful.