It has been a few days now since my poor light frame was blow from my ship and off into the wild blue yonder; while I am thankful to have landed on this island and not in the water, all attempts to contact my crew have been fruitless. Perhaps the voice function on this strange book has limits in range as would a Den Den Mushi? All I can do is hope that perhaps someone might see these words and know that I am still alive...or as alive as a skeleton can be, yohohoho!
[Brook set his journal to the side and gave a long-winded sigh; not feeling quite as up to laughing as his text would indicate. Here he was stranded and alone once more...he hated this crushing silence; having thought he would never again have to bear its oppressive weight when he had joined Luffy's crew...yet here he was once again. All he could do now was sit on the beach and wait...maybe he wouldn't have to wait over 50 years to be found this time, or at least that's what he was hoping]
[Brook set his journal to the side and gave a long-winded sigh; not feeling quite as up to laughing as his text would indicate. Here he was stranded and alone once more...he hated this crushing silence; having thought he would never again have to bear its oppressive weight when he had joined Luffy's crew...yet here he was once again. All he could do now was sit on the beach and wait...maybe he wouldn't have to wait over 50 years to be found this time, or at least that's what he was hoping]
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