2 Pardán 2371 A ship with red sails headed toward us. Mu’ugalavyáni. The marines are called up. An officer called out to us that we were to prepare for boarding from customs officials. A grappling hook was thrown over and padded logs were lowered to protect the ships as they were drawn together. We threw […]
28 Fésru to 1 Pardán 2371 The days passed slowly. I continued my navigation lessons and practised my drawing skills so that if I ever see anything outside this ship, I may accurately record it for my temple.