Head hurts but standing strong

That storm was crazy, got flung around a bit but we made it. Some how, this boat? Bar? Flying bar boat is still flying. I feel like we barley escaped that one. Might not be so lucky next time. This new guy is weird but he seems strangely chill unless asked about his intentions. We were able to convince him to not kill us for a bit which is good. I hope he joins our group permanently. Reminds me of myself not so long ago when the world looked a lot darker. Perhaps I can convince him that not everything has to be solved with blood and money. Time will tell. Anyways, on to another day aboard this flying bar. Who knows what will happen next. I look forward to finding out. I have found some light, never thought I would.