Was this really the adventure I was looking for? Did Father and Mother really put up with these swine at sea? I’ve learned to accept the smell (I fear I’m the only one here who knows how to bathe), but the mindless killing is getting to be much. Clearly it is my destiny to be here though, for if I wasn’t here who would send all these poor souls on their way? For instance, that Hearthstone beast decided to take her anger out on that poor old man, anger that was clearly misdirected. The only help she’ll get from me is helping her on her way out of this world, when she inevitably takes her anger out on something much stronger than herself. The captain of this vessel isn’t much of a saint either, pillaging random ports of their hard work and livelihood, even their people. At least he has the heart to leave most of them alive and with something to sustain themselves. Thankfully I’m not the only one around here who seeks a higher power, Sandara proves a helping hand when those are in need, and Crimson shares my beliefs and traditions (although a bit rough around the edges). I’m hoping something comes of this awful voyage, for now though it seems I’m stuck and will do my best to help those in need of faith and healing.