♜ one [ writing ]

[deathsought]

I have a question for everyone here.

We're supposed to go sailing, but how does someone willingly go on a ship with so many different people, when doing so could put the people in your crew at risk? How do you live so closely with that many other people when just being near them could be dangerous for them?

[ The penmanship looks really old-fashioned, but still perfectly legible. It's clear this person hasn't seen anything written in a long time, but thankfully, writing is like riding a bicycle. It's not something anyone forgets how to do. There's SOME voices in the background, but it's distant and muffled. Whoever is writing this went to great lengths to avoid others. ]

Comments

written;

[lost_sailor]

Willing or not, be prepared for the fact that you may not have a choice about what happens in the future.

written;

[deathsought]

I made my 'choices' a very long time ago. I'm well passed the point of wishing that I can change them.

written;

[lost_sailor]

[Clearly, there was nothing he could offer the man.]

Very well then. I wish you luck on your search, and you are welcome to seek me out should you need assistance in any way.

written;

[deathsought]

[ He's spent the last three centuries relying almost entirely on himself. He almost can't imagine doing anything else. ]

I'll keep that in mind. Thank you.