I'm withholding chapters guys! So if you want to see updates you'll just have to review ;)
India. Our next stop will be in Bombay, India. And just now I suddenly figure out my true motivation for searching employment in this particular ship. Some part of me seems to somehow expect that like the last time, good things will be waiting for me upon my return.
Hope.
Such a reckless notion. Helps you survive the most devastating experiences just to destroy you inch by inch.
And why, just why would some part of me hope that my dear friend would still be in the land of the living?
August 3, 1893, aboard The Aurora
To be continued...
