Skies of Ticivorna
Year 167 Scorpio 15
After a few days of rest, I decided to take the day to work on the ship and repair it as much as possible but my work was interrupted by the arrival of the Engean naval ship. They pushed and forced their way through town and as soon as they left they were the talk of the guild hall, in all their arrogance and pride. They do get whatever they want however they want, don’t they Ophelia?
The diary has a few wet spots, presumably teardrops, though the page smells of whiskey and spirits.
I’ve yet to even attempt to fix your pocket watch ever since I’ve become a punk let alone even look at it. I can’t, it reminds me of you and when I’m reminded of you I lose all my strength and all my willpower. I’m not good enough am I? For you or for anyone? I’m not man enough am I? I’m not as good as Warren am I? I’m a failure as a son, a brother, a lover, and an engineer aren’t I?
Below the paragraph is a thick pool of a dried liquid, it reeks of whiskey with a hint of spiced rum. It appears in Thaddeus’ hysteria he knocked over his drink and quickly dried it off. Possibly with his sleeve, which might explain the aroma that reminds him of his brother.