Day 22
I decided to stay.
Chip's persistence and the island's charm finally persuaded me to stay. That, and Greybeard's own decision.
I talked it over with old man and this is what he said to me.
"Boy, you're not ready to go back out there. I don't know what happened, but I can see it's still haunting you. You're not ready to be fighting marines, Sea Kings and whatnot. Stay here, it'll probably be good for you."
What happened will probably haunt me for the rest of my life. But Greybeard was right; I'm in no condition to face the dangers out there if my own mind is screwed up.
The villagers showed me an old hut I can stay in and the wharf-master and head-miner both agreed to give me work depending on who needs more manpower.
Greybeard and his crew left yesterday. Before he left, Greybeard returned Roy's bisento to me, saying he found it with me.
I'm...glad. I'm glad that'll I'll still have something to remember them by.
Anyway, tomorrow's the first day of my new life. I got to turn early.
