Boy is Pirates III distracting or what? Dang. Arrr, matey, I tell you what... anyway. If it weren't for DesertLynx keepin' me on track here I'd probably never get this done, so, kudos to her. Sorry I took so long! Here's chapter thirty-two. Readers and Reviewers you rock my socks off!
On with it then...

Oh, and it's still the case that if you can guess where they are you get bonus points.

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Day Four.

It's colder today. The wind picked up. It's moaning around the rocks.

The sound gave me nightmares I think. My dreams were only of Shanda, crying and crying and crying. Just weeping. Forever. I could see her shuddering with sobs until I thought my heart would break. Then when I woke up, the sound was still there. But as my head cleared, I realized it was only the wind.

It was strange... it sounded so like her voice. It still does, in a way... maybe.

We saw something curious today. When the sun was still low this morning, the wind was fierce. It drove all the clouds away, the sky cleared completely and we could see for scores of leagues all around.

In the west, very, very far away, a little hazy, we saw what must have been the Green Moon. This green orb, just floating there over the horizon. The clouds have since covered it again, but it was a beautiful thing to look at.

But it makes me wonder if we might be farther out than we think.

And then that gives me bad thoughts that no one will find us. But it is also such a wonderment. The Green Moon. I'd never seen another Moon, just the Silver. My Silver Moon.

In a history book I have back home, it says there used to be a land called Ixa'taka under the Green Moon, but that it was completely destroyed in the Rains of Destruction.

It just makes me think of us here, our situation. Who ever heard of surviving a sinking ship? When your ship goes down, that's it. That's the end.

And yet, here we are. Alive.

And again, who could ever survive the Rains of Destruction?

It just makes me wonder and hope: maybe some people lived. Maybe they've flourished, maybe they've rebuilt their cities of gold and gems, maybe somewhere, they still sail the skies...

Maybe they'll find us.

And I get visions of being rescued by their flying knights, the Roc Riders, like in the old legends...

If you ever come across a copy of that book--it's called Del Mundo Viejo--you should read it. It's fascinating. So much knowledge.

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Aside from the Green Moon, we haven't seen much today. No fish. No ships. Just another arc of the sun over our heads.

I'm grateful for that at least.

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The wind is crying.

I'm tired and my head hurts, so I'm going to stop.

I love you dear family.

Alexandro