earlier today the boat got mired in a huge mass of sargasso
the good news is that a large harvest of kelp will fetch decent coin for the crew
the bad news is that it held us in place long enough for a giant squid to take notice
we fought it off but not before ploughshare and bell and i each got grabbed and shaken around in the air a little bit
but everyone's all right and so is the ship and barley step had fun!
so it's grilled squid for dinner
it could have gone worse ...
i find myself in a very strange mental situation
since leaving the everglow i've been in mortal peril too many times to count
i've been shocked and burnt and mauled and frozen and now squeezed
it's not that i'm numb to any of this but my perspective has shifted such that i am oddly accustomed to knowing – knowing! – that there will be more
is this really my life now?
is this what it is to be part of a draconic prophecy?