Today I made progress lass. I will not lie I almost died. Being a privater on land doesn't sit well with me. I'm hoping to see you soon. I got you a flower. When I reach out and it lights up. It's a beautiful flower but still doesn't compare to you lass. My dear Luna, if I don't make it back do this salty sailor a favor. Be kind to others, help those who are less fortunate, and be better than I was. I hope to receive some more of your drawings. I keep the drawing of us in a locket I wear around my neck. I love you Lass. Tell your aunt She smells of brine and rotten ink sacs.