14xx/08/30 Johannes Calendar

130 days since arrival….

Fuck the ocean.

To say more is redundant. For there are no words within the English vocabulary that could describe my pure hatred against the ocean. No curse words foul enough to convey my imperishable rage against the bloated soups of overrated salt water. My indescribable agony for being stuck in this fancy flotsam held together by semen and paltry mantras instead of soaring over the saltwater plains like a civilized gentleman I am. If I truly know the hell I've signed up for, I would've poured all my blood and sweat on pulling a Wright Brothers in fucking 15th-century Europe.

Any notion of romantic philosophies and quixotic symbolism were demolished utterly by repetition. I woke up to the same skies, same horizon, same sun, and that damnable expanse of cobalt hell I've consigned myself to, every day without fail. I cannot move beyond this wooden boat, nor can I see anything that hasn't been seen before. The damnable sea hide its treasure underneath its translucent veil, mocking me for trying to discern any meanings or sights under its waves.

I tried to stave off the boredom with studies; many tomes that Kael and the Captain carried were of interesting subjects which alleviated the ennui of my travel. I even acquired a bible of Ilias that is universally approved to be accurate to the words of the goddess.

The bible however is an unexpected disappointment. Just another rambling of a goddess reminiscent of the old Christian bibles. Another deity claiming the spot of the number one above all. Such arrogance. At least her blessings worked consistently, that much I can give. The idea that a god is so powerful yet unable to give aids in a direct manner is incredibly outdated and idiotic. Far more idiotic than demanding your followers to be celibate unless their object of desires is her angels. Or demanding the death of Monster Girls worldwide. At least the bible has a smidgen of holy energy emanating from its pages with a soft hue, unlike other bibles I've read back home.

But then again, a proper god doesn't even need to send down a fucking book.

And of course, that goddamn goddess shouldn't be a petty ass.

Cuz apparently, few days after I read her bible, the sky earned a spot of grey. Then the grey darkened into black. The wave picked up pace, the wind rich with tension and dread. The storm has arrived, and it's a bloody big one.

I wanted to scream at the sky. But my desire was drowned out by circumstances. All hands on deck, the Captain roared. The sailors and mages rushed to their positions, preparing for the upcoming storm with grim expressions.

At night it struck. Like a tantrum of the sea goddess, the stormy clouds above thundered with dozens of baleful lightnings. The waves towered our galleon like a vengeful god, striking down on our vessel with the fury of the scorned divine. Our ship however was encased in a bubble of energy courtesy of our mages on deck. We roared back in defiance against the sea, daring them to strike us down as we cuts through the waves like a knife through cobalt blankets.

For twenty days we wrestled against the sea, fighting tooth and nail to stay afloat. For twenty days, we fought against Mother Nature herself. The sailors knew this dance very well, as they seem to be able to sleep even with hell knocking over our ships. At some point, I remember them cracking open plenty of energy potions to remain awake.

I have plenty of experience sleeping in such conditions. But it wasn't the sea that I was worried about. Oskar and the gang have been hard at work keeping the ship intact with pure magical brute force for the devil knows how long. At one point, something has to give. In this battle of will, who will outlast who? The wrath of the sea, or the iron grit of men?

I wanted to sleep, but premonitions of doom kept robbing me of rest. That pit in my gut that kept telling me something truly wrong is happening, yet I cannot explain why. This anxiety was born from unknown terror above and beyond the wrathful sea itself!

Latina and surprisingly Sophie took it badly. I surmised that her half-equine nature was terrified of the unnatural storm. But Sophie? No, her terror lies elsewhere. I tried asking her what's wrong, but she was as confused as I am.

I remember that night, that baleful storm! It was truly unnatural. I felt it within my guts, that doom is getting near. Everybody is back to business, combating the storm once more with wearied vigour. But that night was different.

Suddenly, a loud crash appeared at starboard of our ship! We watched in awe as a massive pillar of light appeared in the sky an incredible distances away, like a knife cutting through the grey canvas. We were glued to the sight, feeling a strange sense of relief as the light remained still.

I on the other hand, has my eyes trained on the White Rabbit casually walking on the deck of the ship.

Just as quick as she appeared, she disappeared into the sea once more. My strength, which was alarmingly ebbing away returned with a vengeance. To my left, Oskar roared with righteous anger as his chants swelled with holy power. It expanded, encompassing the boat in a secondary ball of energy. The cold was chased away by a comforting warmth, like a bonfire in the darkness of winter. My terror became distant memories, but my stamina became concrete reality.

Hope swelled in our hearts as we felt the holy energy coming from the pillar of light. The sky has lightened, the waves soften its blows, and we rejoiced at the victory given by the heavens itself. Yet, I cannot shake off the feeling of dread from this day, like something horrible should've happened, yet it didn't. Was it the Rabbit's doing? Has she manipulated our fate? Or was she merely a passive observer in the battlefield?

Doesn't matter. Either she helped or she didn't. What matter is that we managed to regain our footings on the ship. Not only that, the storm has slowly retreated back to its lair. Nature lost against our might and magic. Unfortunately, there wasn't much celebration as people quickly went to work on fixing the ship as best as they can.

One thing for sure, boy I am glad to see clear skies again.