As the year closes, I find myself once again negotiating with the temperamental soul of this vessel. She’s being particularly silent tonight—sulking, most likely, because I haven't complimented her speed in at least three hours. Typical.
To all my followers: whether you're spending the night in luxury or hiding in the shadows like a certain stowaway I recently encountered, may your will be as fierce as the Western seas. Just don't touch the rations. I'm watching.