Dear Gideon - Back In Amber
Written in a pocket-sized notebook found in a sharkskin pouch. The text has been written in more than one alphabet and has been encoded.
Dear Gideon,
I got back into Amber yesterday morning and got all the book supplies set up in my room (shut up). The manifests are filed, the logs have been submitted, the crew has been paid and the preparations for the funerals are underway. I still have three widow letters and one for a widower to finish. I hate that part. Over a century and it never gets easier.
The Coda's looking good. I gave Taine a raise for all he's been through lately and he just sort of stared at me.
I got some sleep on The Apple and then I just sort of stood around on deck trying not to get in the way. Dinah took pity on me and let me sail out of the cove. That single gesture on her part shows a level of trust I thought I'd never get from anyone.
Sleep last night was good except for the nightmare. You know the one where fictional characters form from the words of books and surround you and then cut you into tiny pieces? Everybody has that one, right? Anyway, Dinah didn't freak out or anything. That was, apparently, my job at the time.
More later as I get confirmation on a few rumors. Because I wouldn't want to spread unfounded gossip to my dead ancestor in my heavily-encrypted diary, would I?
And, no, I haven't forgotten about your upgrade. I'm working on it. I'm still looking for a picture of a dragon that's appropriately badass. You like blue, right?
Dear Gideon,
I got back into Amber yesterday morning and got all the book supplies set up in my room (shut up). The manifests are filed, the logs have been submitted, the crew has been paid and the preparations for the funerals are underway. I still have three widow letters and one for a widower to finish. I hate that part. Over a century and it never gets easier.
The Coda's looking good. I gave Taine a raise for all he's been through lately and he just sort of stared at me.
I got some sleep on The Apple and then I just sort of stood around on deck trying not to get in the way. Dinah took pity on me and let me sail out of the cove. That single gesture on her part shows a level of trust I thought I'd never get from anyone.
Sleep last night was good except for the nightmare. You know the one where fictional characters form from the words of books and surround you and then cut you into tiny pieces? Everybody has that one, right? Anyway, Dinah didn't freak out or anything. That was, apparently, my job at the time.
More later as I get confirmation on a few rumors. Because I wouldn't want to spread unfounded gossip to my dead ancestor in my heavily-encrypted diary, would I?
And, no, I haven't forgotten about your upgrade. I'm working on it. I'm still looking for a picture of a dragon that's appropriately badass. You like blue, right?