Personal Log
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
As the poor and sad are real to the good king,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
Silas Witherall saved himself much trouble by going down with his ship before more thorough vengeance could catch him. He was a competent lieutenant once, and proved a fool as captain. When people rise higher than their natural limits, disaster follows in due time.
The detour cost me two days. The loss would be more regrettable if there were more of use to be neglected in that time. One maintenance trip missed between Minos and Amber will make no difference. Other routes of investigation show little more promise, yet must be pursued. In these times even dubious opportunities cannot be safely ignored.