Whine 002 | Written

[sacred_flamer]

THIS WORLD SUCKS!!!

[For someone that's been forced to write in a diary for the past seven years, Luke's handwriting sure does look like cheagle scratch. It doesn't help that he's fed up and annoyed, which only serves to make his already crappy handwriting that much worse.]

I used to love the ocean, but I can't stand it any more! All we ever do is sail over here, get attacked by giant moths, sail over here, lose some crew members in a fog, sail over here, pick up some brats. It's so damn boring, and now we're going back to that stupid island we started out from again!? Even though everyone said we should get off of there as soon as possible?!

I hate this! I want something different to do!

[...just be glad this is written, and you don't actually have to hear his bratty ranting.]

Comments

[Voice]

[alwaysgrumpy]

It's called resupplying, and you kinda' have to do it.

[Voice]

[sacred_flamer]

But why do we have to keep going there?

Re: [Voice]

[alwaysgrumpy]

Because the other islands don't just magically grow supply depots.

Goddamn, I hope you're never hired for a lengthy expedition.

[Voice]

[sacred_flamer]

Sh-shut up; I have a right to complain! This isn't fair.

Re: [Voice]

[alwaysgrumpy]

You have a right to complain, it's just that no on cares. The people who yanked us from home don't care, the other crews probably don't care, I sure as hell don't care. Stop bein' a baby and suck it up.

[Voice]

[sacred_flamer]

I-I'm not being a baby! I'm just saying what everyone else was thinking!