February 3rd, 1985

Captions log - I often find myself reminiscing..

I remember the way he would slowly run his fingers up and down my back, hands rough. Probably from a cut he got at work, or from one of their three cats. Slowly, and with feather like touch, his fingers ran up and down, up and down.

“I love you.” He would whisper. His breathe warmed the back of my neck in just the right way…

I can’t wait to feel the warm, safe embrace of his arms. I can’t wait for him to every so slightly bite

My lip … I shouldn’t be writing this - so scandalous!

I’m nervous. Tomorrow will be the first time we’ve seen each other in 3 years, and of course there were all the letters back and forth while I was in America, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hard. We’d be lucky to hear from one another twice a month. I love him, I just hope he still loves me.

February 3rd, 1985

Captains log: Today the wind held was against us and so we will not Reach London until tomorrow evening, adding another day to our long trip. At the present moment the skies are clear, water is calm, and the crews morale is high.

Tomorrow is the day.

February 4th, 1985

Captains log: The moment I saw the town appear over the horizon, tears filled my eyes. 3 years and 134 days later I’m is finally returning home.

The docking went smoothly.

He wants waiting for me. To be fair how would he know that today would be the day, after all we were 50 behind schedule. But when I went up

to pay the docking fee, I couldn’t help myself. I asked, “has anyone come looking for this ship?”

The young lad replied that he did not know of a young man, but did say that my parents stopped by every day and they left their address.

The crew has taken off, no doubt excited to return to their past lives as well - I’m spending the night on the ship tonight. I fear the world that awaits me beyond the dock.

February 5, 1985

Captains log: One thing about the ocean, she’s unpredictable! Last night when I went to bed I could count the stars in the sky, this morning I woke up to torrential rain and the familiar tossing and turning of an angry sea.

Is this a warning, some foreshadowing from above?

I’m stepping off the ship today to visit my parents, they sent a chauffeur to fetch me from the dock. Wish me luck.

February 15, 1985

Captions log: … Being a captain is the thing I’m most proud of in my life. It brings me happiness, it has taught me to respect my surroundings, to appreciate help and learn from others … giving it up is not an option to me…

He left me. Or mutually we agreed that it wasn’t fair, to either of us really, but I would’ve kept fighting as long as he did. He introduced me to his her as his cricket mates sister - she was nice, reminded me of a younger, me. I was happy for him and for me. We both found someone, and for me, something, that truly makes us excited to wake up in the morning and face the day.

I still feel a little silly, like I thought he would wait for me all that time. I knew time on the open ocean would help clear my mind, so I called around town, found some merchants in need, gathered a crew, and set sail, this time for Australia. Skies are clear, oceans are calm, and there is a hint of opportunity in the wind.