Captain Davenport left his cabin today. He went to the helm and just stood there, staring into the sky as the wind whipped his hair around his head. It was longer than I remember and his face haggard. Davenport’s never been the type to have even the slightest stubble on his chin but now he’s growing a full beard and mustache. It’s creepy, to say the least.
I noticed a strange meeting taking place last night. I haven’t confided in anyone yet what I saw. I don’t know for certain if it was anything that should be alarming. It was just a meeting, called presumably by Second Mate Cisco, of various members of the crew. I’m worried if they’re plotting a takeover or mutiny. I should address the situation with the captain. I don’t want to upset him further but it’s obvious that his state is affecting the crew’s behavior.
So I have led a small expedition to the sunken city to present Davenport with a treasure before I broach the subject with him. I found another letter. See below.
Everyone tells me that you are in a better place now. That you will defend our great City from any intruders. You will ascend the heavens, they say. And fight the demons for us. The demons that make man evil. I’m told. It sounds like a great opportunity. They tell me that I can join you. Once I reach the year of Consolidation. They encourage it. Father doesn’t like it. He tells me to disavow my ties to you, brother. I told him that I don’t know what “disavow” means. He just shook his head and walked away.
I might join the Forces. I don’t like being alone. Mother is distant and Father. Why did Eliseo leave? Does he not love us anymore? And what happened? Why were you fired? What happened that made no one want you? I’m old enough now to understand. Father says I’m not. But trust me. As your brother. I can understand better than anyone. Maybe not better than Eliseo. But I’m all you have left. And you me.
When I’m outside I hear these sounds. My instructor tells me it’s just the wind. She tells me that I have an overactive imagination. I had to look up the spelling on that one. I also looked up the meaning. Maybe I do have that. But I know what I hear. Can you hear it too? The creaking of the stone? The swaying of the City? Are we going to drown?
I wonder if this letter ever reached the young boy’s brother or if his Force Officer withheld it from him.