We followed the map and directions word for word, but have yet to reach our destination. The men grow restless, but they follow me. I fear the day that they follow me no longer, but the payoff is worth the risk. There's something on that island, and there are people as want it. That's good enough for me. Worst case scenario, we sell it back to them we steal it from.
And I'm not saying it's gonna be easy. Hell, it's already been a journey and a half. Yesterday we broke a bank of fog, just as the map said we would. What it didn't mention were the creatures. Etheral things, flitting in the mists and cloaking themselves in the shadows. They yielded not to stroke of blade. Had they been suceptable as such, we would have left a hundred in our wake.
We lost three men that day. And according to the map we have a three day journey left. We'll set aside those days in the future. And in three days we'll have what we came here for.
Three days.
Monday, March 19, 2007
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