Dear Diary,
A cry went up just after midday and looking up into the rigging I saw a seaman gesticulating to starboard. Those of us on deck rushed to see what all the fuss was about and there, not ten feet from our ship, we saw a group of those smooth skinned creatures I observed in recent days. It seems Miss Dixon was right and they are not sea monsters but porpoise. They swam alongside, keeping pace with us for a good hour before disappearing in the depths. It was a welcome distraction from the boredom of our shipbound days.
The sea stretches endlessly port and starboard, fore and aft.
I wonder how Willow is passing these idle days and if he thinks of me as I him.
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
1 comment:
Dear Wayne,
I am quite certain that you are always in Willow's thoughts.
Yours positively,
B.
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