Chapter 7~ Five Grueling Days
From the Journal of Lillian Olympic HarlandDay 1- April 10
As soon as I put my knife in, Warrior screamed. The operation was necessary to save her life but that scream bothers me. It makes me wonder, was this the scream she gave when she made that icy plunge at the end of another life 100 years ago? She fell unconscious soon after and I have been unable in my attempts to raise her. The operation was a success as I drained all impurities from the wound and gave it a thorough cleaning which I will continue to conduct twice a day with the changing of the dressing. I've checked Warrior's vital signs and bother her heart rate and her blood pressure are within normal rangers. Still, it would be nice if I had a hospital ship around to help as doing all this work alone on such a big ship is exhausting.
Day 2- April 11
I was unable to come by today. My parents were displeased about how late I stayed at the docks without telling them. So safe to say I'm not doing any excursions today. Thankfully, I was able to get off a message to Nomadic. I didn't tell him who Warrior was only that she was injured and needed someone to watch her. She hasn't woken up yet. A fact I find a little disconcerting but if she has been worked as hard as I presume she has since her return then I have little reason to be concerned yet. She must've been exhausted poor thing. It's a wonder she didn't collapse before now.
Day 3- April 12
Warrior has contracted a fever. I got word from Nomadic last night and rushed down to her dock this morning. I'll likely be feeling some heat over it as my parents don't know I'm here but there's only so much Nomadic can do without human help. I do have a few bottles of medicine that might bring the fever down but on a ship Warrior's size I will run out after only a few doses. So I'll need to contract more. This will mean a trip into town, the expense of my life's savings so far and a certain grounding until I go to college but if it saves Warrior's life then it'll be worth it.
Day 4- April 13
Another Coast Guard ship arrived in the harbor this afternoon. Her name is Tamaroa and I think she's Warrior's commanding officer. A quick word o the harbormaster was all she needed to be let in. As soon as she spotted Warrior she made a beeline for her dock. I couldn't understand anything she said besides the keening cries but the meaning was clear to me even if the words weren't. Nomadic was docked next door at the time and he told me later through an interpreter that he hadn't heard a ship so distraught since Olympic when she learned of her sister's demise. I find that ironic that both these instances involve the same ship but I and potentially Tamaroa are the only ones who know this. She was cautious with her words. Nomadic said "She's hiding something. Even as she cried her eyes out she was very careful with what she said. All I was able to glean from her was Warrior was a completely different ship than what she is now. Whoever she was before, Tamaroa knows and so do you, Lillian. I won't pry. I won't force you to give up what you know. It's likely classified information and you likely discovered it when you went aboard her. Still, if its anything I should know about, then tell me what you can." He asked me outright if she was anyone he might've known at one point. A ship as old as him has seen a ship or two in his lifetime. And I looked him in the eye and told him no. I lied and I could see that he knew I had lied. I very much doubt he will figure out Warrior's true identity and I don't think he'll look into it in any case despite his curiosity. He served in the military twice during war and understands the value of secrecy. Still, I worry he may not be the only one with questions. And unlike him, modern s hips aren't known for their discretion. Someone will uncover the truth. It's only a matter of time...
Day 5- April 14
Warrior has woken up. Thank god...