You know, I guess being a shipwright is a terribly useless thing if the ship won’t break. I mean, at least if the ship broke, I’d have something to do. I’d be able to stay on board and fix the problem while the captain’s stuck in bed, First Mate Wagner might as well be back in the south working a farm or something for all I see of him, and Cisco attempts to handle more responsibility, the Divine knows why. Guess he hopes for a promotion. Well, if he wanted a promotion, why wouldn’t he do the job that makes the captain happy? You know, plundering the sunken city? Instead, he tells me to do it. Guess he doesn’t realize that I don’t care. It’s not like I didn’t try to find someone else to take the job.
Rowles informed me early this morning that he can see a ship in the distance, leagues away from the Leviathan. They shouldn’t bother us, whoever they are–Rowles couldn’t identify the flag they flew–for fear that their ship will sink just by getting close to Argo Bay. Even if their lookout spotted us as well, they wouldn’t assume this spot to be safe for them. It shouldn’t be safe for anyone.
In light of that, I only had time to procure a short piece from the sunken city before returning the rower to the Leviathan. The two guys I had with me didn’t argue the point. Anyway, the text of this piece is included below.
Somewhere among the stars, planets orbited a super heated ball of gas. Three places from the sun was a planet that was covered mostly by great blue oceans. Seven continents were scattered across the water. Most of the continents were connected to each other by pieces of land. On the other side of the world was one continent, separate from the rest. It was here that, as people argued, the greatest country on the planet existed. Near the northern border of this country was perhaps one of the most densely populated cities in the world.
The lights of New York City could be seen from miles away, from all directions. Along with spreading out on all sides, the city grew upwards in the form of majestic skyscrapers. It was in one of the shortest skyscrapers in the city that Papier Co had its headquarters.
All of the building’s lights were off except for one on the north side, on the second highest story. Sitting behind a desk, the CEO of the company stared out that lighted window at the majesty that was the City. His pen had frozen mid-word as he prepared a document to present to the Board the following morning. It looked as though he wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night. Again.
I would believe that this piece is focused on the cinematic opening, as it is called. The way I remember–well, what I meant was the memory of studying grammar and writing back . . . Um, never mind. I attended just enough schooling to allow me to communicate properly which allowed me to embark on my first ship as a cabin boy and, eventually, a shipwright’s apprentice. It didn’t help that I was already a grown man by the time I chose to take that action. What came before that–my past, family, history, hometown–well, isn’t important. The captain doesn’t care anyway, so I suggest you don’t either. Besides, as far as men with secrets go, I’m the least of your concerns. Maybe you should have a talk with Laroque before deciding that my secrets–were I to have any–are important.
Um, well . . . after that, I’m not going to update the log again no matter who I anger. Writing seems to open a floodgate within me and words just kind of flow out whether I mean them or not.